The 2019 bicentennial of Walt Whitman, democracy’s bard, falls in the shadow of a demagogic presidency. “What a filthy Presidentiad!” Whitman thundered. His jeremiad had Franklin Pierce in mind, but his words of outrage resonate today. Martín Espada, a poet in the tradition of Whitman, invokes “Song of Myself” and other works to celebrate Whitman’s vision of radical egalitarianism, his prophetic warnings against those “fat with wealth of money and products and business ventures,” and his empathy for “the rights of them the others are down upon,” those stereotyped and scapegoated in Trump’s America.