Trump’s proposal, quickly dubbed “Trump Accounts,” would automatically grant a $1,000 government-funded investment account to every American baby born within a specified four-year period. The money wouldn’t sit idle; it would be tied to stock market performance, rising or falling with the economy itself. Supporters see a rare chance to give ordinary families something the wealthy take for granted: assets that grow quietly in the background, year after year, potentially transforming a child’s 18th birthday into a real financial turning point instead of another bill to fear.
But the promise comes with sharp edges. Critics warn that gambling taxpayer dollars on market swings could backfire in the next crash, wiping out savings before they’re ever used. They question who manages these accounts, how they’re funded, and what happens when politics shifts. In the end, Trump’s plan forces a raw question: should a child’s first gift from their country be cash, or risk?
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