ROGER SIMON: Trump’s Not a Racist; He’s a ‘Scorch!’

A scorch was the kind of kid who, when someone muffed an easy fly in stickball, would scream out, seemingly totally incensed, “You [f-word]ing [derogatory word for Puerto Rican], how could you [f-word]ing drop that [f-word]ing ball, you dumb [f-word]ing [derogatory word for Puerto Rican] idiot?!”

Of course, no one paid that much attention because it was just one of our scorches – there were more than one, of all races and creeds – mouthing off and, soon enough, he and the Puerto Rican kid were heading off to the local candy store together – known, in my case, as Jesse’s Jip Joint – to share a cup of hot French fries with way too much ketchup, as if they were best buddies. Indeed, often, they were.

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