Did the Republican Fat Lady Already Sing in South Carolina?

Meanwhile, back at the donkey ranch, Nevada division, Alabama Georgia Louisiana Beyoncé Clinton, or whatever she wants to call herself this week in whatever accent, proved once again that racism is the mother's milk of Democratic Party politics.  When all us fails, when it looks as if even an aging Wax Museum copy of Eugene V. Debs can beat you for the nomination, exploit black people.  Tell them anything, pretend you're the second coming of Harriet Tubman, belt out a few like Bessie Smith, fly them to the polls on your private jet and let them play among the stars, if you have to.  Just make them vote -- for you.  Never mind that almost everything you ever did for them has made their lives worse.  Lie, lie and lie some more.  Identity politics über alles!

This time, sadly, it worked again. African-American voters pushed Hillary over the line, just barely.  But here's the one thing that excites me most about a Trump candidacy.  He just might tear down that wall -- while he builds the other one.  Yes, that sounds crazy, but Trump is the kind of guy who can walk into black communities and command their attention.  He's the one who can say -- listen up, you doofuses. You've been ripped off for years. These Democrats are worse than the Chinese.  Why don't you try something new?  And here's a hat!

Don't laugh. It could work. Everything's up for grabs this year.  And if it does, it will change politics as we know it. If Donald Trump can break the stranglehold of the Democratic Party on African-Americans, he will have done something fabulous for this country and for black people.  Is there anything more pernicious than identity politics?  (Well, maybe political correctness, but they're symbiotic.)