By Kevin D. Williamson
Monday, November 09, 2026
Here are some names that do not appear on the passenger
manifest of the Mayflower: Cheinman, Mandelowitz, Pekar, Grossman, Glosser,
Apter, Taubman, Weisberg. According to the family tree over at Geneastar, those are
the names of the great-grandparents of Stephen Miller, recently named Donald
Trump’s new chief of staff. His family at one point adopted the common Anglo
surname Miller, but Mr. Miller is an American thanks to an enterprising
ancestor from what is today Belarus, Wolf-Leib Glosser, who arrived on a boat from Antopol, then
in the Russian empire, just under 13 decades too late to have fought at
Lexington and Concord, 267 years too late to have enrolled in the first class
of Harvard, more than a century too late to have attended the constitutional
debates about whether Jews (and Muslims and Catholics) should be allowed to
hold office or enjoy protection of their religious liberty.
It is remarkable how few of those who adhere to the
philosophy of conferring privileges upon “heritage Americans” or cling to
advocates of that view are white Protestants such as James Talarico (grandson
of a Baptist pastor from South Texas) or Barbara Bush (a Talarico donor whose
ancestors did, in fact, arrive on the Mayflower) and how many are Jews such as
Mr. Miller and his family, Hindus such as Vivek Ramaswamy and Mrs. J.D. Vance
and her family, Arabs such as Alina Habba and Janette Nesheiwat (the daughters
of immigrants from Iraq and Jordan, respectively), scions of relatively
recently arrived families (anti-immigration activist Mark Krikorian is the
grandson of refugees who fled the Ottoman Empire to escape the Armenian
genocide), etc. But, then, one also thinks of how many of our “nationalists”
and super-patriots have maintained Budapest mailing addresses for all these
recent years or how many right-wing champions of traditional masculinity are
such men as literal cuckoldry fetishist Roger Stone or Claremont figure John
Goldman (who calls himself “Jack Murphy”), another literal cuckold fetishist and sometime performer in
homoerotic pornography, or else devotees of Trump’s mentor Roy Cohn, a barely
closeted homosexual with a thing for “young blond boys,” as Stone put it. (“Roy
was not gay,” Stone insisted to The New Yorker. “He was a
man who liked having sex with men.” Well, then!) An odd gaggle of geese, these
butch gentlemen who delight in watching Donald Trump dance to the Village
People while casting a connoisseur’s eye on other men’s assets.
Trump, himself the son of an immigrant mother and the
grandson of an immigrant—and a tax-dodging, horse-butchering Yukon pimp, at that—says of Miller that he wants a country in which everyone
looks like him, but that isn’t quite right. Miller has shown himself somewhat
fixated on the immediate postwar era—one of the things sentimental
right-wingers have in common with sentimental progressives is an idiotically
idealized view of the 1950s. Mr. Miller, poorly if expensively educated, may
not be entirely familiar with what was actually going on in the United States
in the halcyon 1950s and 1960s, but it is worth knowing that elite institutions
such as Ivy League universities were still actively discriminating against Jews
such as himself, for instance by limiting the enrollment of Jewish applicants
to universities under the old numerus clausus system. But Mr. Miller’s
family was doing alright in those years, and maybe that is the point. The
Millers had advanced high enough up the ladder to start to think about pulling
it up behind them.
There is a peculiar tendency among well-off members of
certain minority groups to romanticize and idealize the historical moment just
after people such as themselves and their ancestors were welcomed into
mainstream society and ceased to be, culturally speaking, minorities. Italian
Americans represent a good example of this, the sting of anti-Italian sentiment
having faded into a cultural curiosity that no one thinks about very much
unless they are watching The Godfather Part II. There are more than a
few Irish-American political commentators and activists who hold views on
immigration that are identical to those of certain gentlemen of an earlier
generation who would have sent their Irish ancestors’ potato-eating asses back
to Dingle on the first leaky ship that could be commandeered for the purpose.
John Adams grew up near Boston, the U.S. city now most strongly associated with
Irish-Catholic immigrant culture, but Adams himself had never seen a Catholic
church until he visited Philadelphia as an adult because Catholic practice was
legally restricted in Massachusetts, where no Mass was publicly celebrated
until Adams was 53 years old. It is very strange to me that so many of the same
people who claim to celebrate American tradition and American heritage also
envision an “integrated” social order in which American affairs are ordered by
Catholic religious and social teaching. It is also strange that Jews such as
Stephen Miller believe that these people are, in the long term, his allies, as
though the “problem” of Jewish-American political power per se were not already
an obsession on the Catholic fringe right. What those recently (in the great
sweep of history) assimilated groups have in common is parents or grandparents
who were doing pretty well by the Kennedy-Johnson years, which makes it easy to
forget what came before, e.g., having one’s children beaten bloody for walking
down the wrong street in one of the Balkanized ethnic neighborhoods of
Philadelphia or Chicago, or being unable to get a job at one of the best banks
or law firms whatever one’s qualifications, or a house in one of the better
neighborhoods whatever one’s means, if you had a surname ending in a vowel or -berg
or -witz. Not every U.S. minority group suffers from that
problem—African Americans and Mexican Americans are notably exempt from it—but
it is curious how common it is.
This is America, and Americans are not beholden to our
ancestries, even to our immediate parentage. As such, there is no reason that
Krikorian, a thoughtful and intelligent man, cannot legitimately and honorably
hold the positions on immigration he holds simply because of who his
grandparents were or that Mr. Miller cannot advocate policies that, in the
words of his uncle, would have meant that “his family likely would have been
murdered by the Nazis along with all but seven of the 2,000 Jews who remained in
Antopol,” had those policies been in place at the time. Writing in Politico, that uncle, David S. Glosser,
adds:
Like other immigrants, our
family’s welcome to the USA was not always a warm one, but we largely had the
protection of the law, there was no state-sponsored violence against us, no
kidnapping of our male children, and we enjoyed good relations with our neighbors.
True, Jews were excluded from many occupations, couldn’t buy homes in some
towns, couldn’t join certain organizations or attend certain schools or
universities, but life was good. As in past generations, there were hate
mongers who regarded the most recent groups of poor immigrants as scum,
rapists, gangsters, drunks and terrorists, but largely the Glosser family was
left alone to live our lives and build the American dream. Children were born,
synagogues founded, and we thrived. This was the miracle of America.
The miracle of America is made possible by certain
virtues, including our liberal, commercial culture and the intelligent
principles underlying our constitutional order. But that miracle also is
advanced, in an important way, by certain American vices: our
materialism, our selfishness, our short-sightedness, our historical
forgetfulness, our habit of conducting ourselves as though we were a people
with no ancestors and no progeny. “The
fierce urgency of now” is something that cuts both ways. Mr. Miller’s
urgent now may dishonor the memory of his ancestors and it may lead to the
social and political diminishment of some future generation of his family, but
these are tenuous things, and Mr. Miller is an American who, being fully
assimilated, has little use for the past or the future except as servants of
his immediate appetites and interests—it is not difficult to see why Trump
regards him as a kindred spirit, or at least a kindred stomach with a similar
appetite for grift, petty advantage-seeking, retribution, and the servicing of
grievances.
Mr. Miller’s low character is not rooted in his holding
views of which some of his ancestors may have disapproved; his low character is
attested to by his viciousness, fanaticism, smallness, ignorance, arrogance,
and dishonesty. What is interesting about his holding the views he holds on
immigration as a descendant of Jewish refugees is how it attests to the power
of nostalgia, however idiotically that nostalgia is come to.
It also attests to the awesome power of grift.
On Fox News’ The Five, grifty Trump sycophant
Emily Compagno (no Compagnos on the Mayflower, either) celebrated the elevation
of Mr. Miller to chief of staff, insisting that “the American people want
Stephen Miller in power,” which is a damned funny thing to say in the wake of
Tuesday’s elections. But grift is a short-term game, too: People such as
Compagno will continue saying whatever baloney they think Fox News viewers want
to hear for as long as the ivermectin money keeps coming. Dan Bongino
may have lost the respect of everybody he ever has worked with and embarrassed
himself as a comprehensive failure at the FBI, but he got paid—and that,
evidently, is what matters to a man such as that. Honor is not a meaningful
consideration to such men, and neither is shame. Mr. Miller feels at home among
such specimens for obvious enough reasons.
And that is the thing to understand about Donald Trump,
Trump-ism, and the universe of misfits, criminals, and degenerates surrounding
the lame-duck president: It has always been a grift, and it will keep being a
grift. Trump does not care about his political forebears or progeny any more
than Miller cares about his literal ones. Having been humiliated in the
midterms and lost any opportunity to secure congressional power to use for his
purposes, Trump can be expected to invest zero time, zero effort, and $0.00 in
the political future of the Republican Party, which he judges to be of no use
at all—finally, the president and I find something about which to agree.
In fact, Trump’s appetites may be better served by
betraying and abusing Republicans and the voters who brought him twice to
power—as much as he pretends to hold the media in contempt and prefer the
goodwill of those “real Americans” out there in the farms and the meth rehabs,
Trump is manifestly a man who cares intensely what the New York Times,
the Washington Post, and the men at the commanding heights of American
business think about him. It would be very easy for him to buy some goodwill
from progressive-aligned sources of power and prestige by, e.g., flip-flopping
once again on abortion and abandoning entirely the pro-life cause, something
about which Trump has never cared and can barely be bothered to pretend to care
except inasmuch as it was profitable to do so. Gun-rights advocates should
probably watch their backs, too.
Trump is a lame duck, to be sure, but avian metaphors are
the wrong ones: Ducks, even lame ones, cannot get rabies. Trump is the rabid
trash-panda out there rummaging around in the great American dumpster. The old
rabies treatment still in use when I was a youngster involved something like 20
excruciatingly painful shots to the stomach. The current treatment is much
easier to bear. Americans have just signed up for the political equivalent of a
self-administered rabies shot, and, as a conservative, I expect that it is
going to hurt some.
But the alternative to a rabies shot is rabies, and
surely with such a figure as Stephen Miller roaming around the White House
we’ve all had quite enough foaming at the mouth already.
Words About Words
Some metaphors get mixed, others get vivisected and then
run through a Cuisinart by Ron DeSantis:
“We got wiped out in Texas, the
biggest anchor we have in Republican politics,” Gov. Ron DeSantis of Florida
said on Wednesday. “So really, Florida is the last main anchor standing.”
I think he meant “last man standing” but may have
chickened out, consciously or subconsciously, about the gender-inclusive use of
man. Anchors don’t just stand there, and if you’re down to your last
anchor—how’d that even happen, cap’n?
That isn’t what “disinterested” means, Noah Rothman:
Throughout it, [Troy Jackson] has
appeared disinterested in the race he’s running, and he’s shown peevish
irritation when pressed to engage with it. Jackson’s recent interview with
CNN’s Dana Bash was, in my view, illustrative of his frustration with the
indignities of the public life he sought for himself.
Disinterested means impartial, free from selfish
motive. The word for uninterested is uninterested.
That isn’t what “lampooned” means, some jackass Young Republican:
“I’ve always supported the
administration, but this Israel-first policy that has been employed has
absolutely lampooned us nationally,” [Stefano] Forte wrote. “I lost major
opportunities and was blackballed for saying this. Feeling very vindicated
now.”
A lampoon is a piece of pointed, humorous mockery,
usually written. The kind of thing one might write about America First guys who
can’t quite manage the language used in these United States of America. Hey,
Young Republican: Maybe you lost opportunities because you seem stupid when you
speak.
That isn’t what “mitigate” means, National
Review editors:
Trump also did himself and his
party no favors. Though he closed the border and expanded the signature tax
cuts from his first term, he mitigated these wins with unforced errors. Despite
being given a second term in large part because of consumer frustration with
the cost of living, he decided to pursue an erratic and unconstitutional tariff
policy, which, by design, made consumer goods more expensive.
To mitigate something is to improve it by making it less
harsh or severe. A win is a good thing, and you don’t mitigate it, or
anything else, with mistakes—you diminish it.
That isn’t what other means, Daily Beast
marketing email:
Unlike other cowards, we never
bowed down to the MAGA bullies. We fearlessly revealed the truth about Trump’s
failing health, the shameless corruption, and the rotten state of MAGA’s failed
candidates. And we’re only getting started.
The literal sense of the above is: “Yes, we are
cowards, but we are unlike other cowards in this way.”
That isn’t what history means, Michelle Goldberg
of the New York Times:
When Beto O’Rourke ran for Senate
in 2018, he was on his own, without a strong slate of statewide candidates. But
this year, [Gina] Hinojosa was running alongside James Talarico, the young,
dynamic Senate candidate, and, for the first time in Texas history, Democratic
candidates in every statehouse and congressional district. “We’re ready,”
she said.
The claim about the Democratic statewide slate is not
true.
This is the end product of a game of telephone. This was
the first time in recent history that the Democrats have fielded a
candidate in every Texas statehouse and congressional district, but not the
first time in history. If you go back and read the history of this claim, you
can see the word “recent” suddenly disappear between one account and the next.
In 1965, for instance, the Texas state Senate was 100
percent Democratic and the state House was entirely Democratic save one
Republican, who had run against a Democrat, while the U.S. House delegation
from Texas was entirely Democratic and Republican Sen. John Tower had been
elected over Democrat William A. Blakley in a special election in 1961 to
replace Lyndon Johnson, who had vacated the seat to become vice president. The
Democrats not only fielded a candidate in every race, they won practically all
of them. But it has been a while.
This kind of thing happens. You may have heard the urban
legend that domestic-abuse incidents skyrocket during the Super Bowl, which is
fiction. There was a study showing that emergency-room visits in Washington
seemed to increase very slightly on game days when the Redskins lost, which got
repeated with embellishments until it became a story about domestic violence
and then a story about domestic violence and the Super Bowl. Total baloney, but
baloney that everybody knows to be true even though it isn’t.