Mary Anne Macleod

I live in the island from where Mary Anne Macleod set forth to seek a new existence in the New World. She did return here from time to time, worshipped in the church I attend each Sunday. Mary Anne later became mother to five children, one of whom is now the 47th President of the USA: Donald J. Trump.
We raise our children, and instil in them values we hold dear. When they have grown up, they go forth into the world and make a life for themselves to the best of their abilities. What they do with that upbringing is their responsibility.
People in the island of Lewis do not talk about Donald Trump. His behaviour is not the way things are done in the Western Isles, and are a disgrace to his heritage. His behaviour is not the fault of his late mother, he is responsible, as a man of nearly four score years, for his own actions. I never knew Mary Anne Macleod, she died five years before I came to live in Stornoway. I do know people who met her. When I stand at the gate at the bottom of Cross Street, a quiet back street in Stornoway, I glance over to the row of houses on Ford Terrace in Tong. To the demure dwellings in the village beyond. And wonder what she would have made of her son's career in politics. Isn't it the case that she warned never to let Domhnall Iain anywhere near politics?