Dear Mr. Trump,

If you ever read my letters to you, you might wonder why I keep trying to get in touch, when it’s obvious that you will never respond, nor any of your lackeys.

You might be amused at how much of my scarce time I devote to these letters, which I know will be buried with millions of other like letters for decades after you leave office and will be excavated by future historians only by the most miraculous of circumstances. Yes, I accept the fact that my words to you will sit in a federal government server somewhere, a digital record of my thoughts and feelings – occasionally advice – that that you will never see.

Here’s something you’re probably not aware of, though. I share these letters publicly, in as many social media as I can: Facebook (two pages), Linked-In, Twitter, and my own website. I want my readers – few though they may be – to know that a writer should do what he does best, write, when our country is in grave peril. I want to encourage my readers likewise to do what they do best, whatever that might be: write, talk, plan, organize, support your impeachment (unlikely), vote to put your opponents in office (much more likely), strengthen each other in resisting in every lawful way possible this national nightmare named Trump.

Mr. Trump, sir, I want people to believe that the truth will come out some day and that America will survive.

Very truly yours,

Bruce J. Berger