Dear Mr. Trump,

So now you’re saying that it was a “disaster” to stop tearing babies away from their mothers at the border, to stop separating families permanently.

Maybe the real disaster is that you are our president. Maybe the real disaster is that you wanted to inflict pain and permanent loss on these families who were, after all, only seeking asylum. Maybe the real disaster is that your government still cannot track down the families that were separated and reunite them. Maybe the real disaster is that your government is willfully refusing to comply with court orders to reunite these families, at your direction.

Throw around the term “disaster,” Mr. Trump, and most Americans will know the real disaster. It’s staring you in the face when you look at the mirror, isn’t it?

You’re not a religious man, but many voters are religious. We think deeply about what the Bible says and how it might apply to our national disaster. I think about this often, when I’m reading Psalms. Consider what the Bible says:

“The wicked … are like the chaff which the wind driveth away. Therefore the wicked shall not stand in judgment …” Psalm 1:4-5.

You will be driven away.

“[God does not] hath pleasure in wickedness; Evil shall not sojourn with [God]. The boasters shall not stand in [God’s] sight. [God] hatest all workers of iniquity.” Psalm 5:5-6.

Your wickedness brings God no pleasure, and, after the 2020 election, you will not stand as president-elect.

“Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity.” Psalm 6:9.

Yes, depart Mr. Trump. The voters in 2020 will make sure you depart.

Very truly yours,

Bruce J. Berger