Here is a reprint of my post #208 on The Donald, published on November 29, 2015, before he became the Republican candidate for the presidency. Like most of us, I couldn't believe he'd become the GOP candidate, which gives my post a certain quaint historical touch. Ah, how history can fool us!
Sunday, November 29, 2015
208. Twelve Things to Know about The Donald
We all know that he’s a loud mouth full of himself. That, like his predecessor, P.T. Barnum, the master of humbug, he loves publicity and is a genius at getting it. That, again like Barnum, he makes grandiose claims unsubstantiated by facts. That he lives big and wants everyone to know it. That he’s a fighter and fights nasty. That he’s a billionaire, though the latest annual Forbesmagazine list of the 400 richest Americans credits him with a mere $4.5 billion, and not the $20 or $200 billion that he claims, which makes him only no. 129 on the list.
So why feature him in a post? Why, as my friend John asked, should I give him more publicity, when he already has more than his share of it and covets even more? Because he’s a New York phenomenon, and this post is all about New York. Because there are other things about him, some good and some bad, that we should know, a few of them surprising. Because his antics can be amusing. And because, whatever publicity I give him, this post won’t go viral, won’t make a speck of difference in how the great mass of people regard him. But I’ll put my two cents in anyway, so all aboard for The Donald.
Donald Trump today stands tall and straight at 6 foot 3, his well-preserved features topped by a mop of bright blond hair carefully sprayed into place, his suits expensive and his shirts monogrammed, with silk ties and gold accessories. His latest biographer, who had several interviews with him until Trump cut him off, describes him as a rooster in a tuxedo, or a Hollywood star all wardrobed up for a role as an executive. Enhancing his image is his office in the luxurious Trump Tower on Fifth Avenue, where one wall is plastered with magazine covers adorned with his features; his penthouse apartment there is valued at $100 million. As for hopping about the world, he has his private jet, a $100-million Boeing 757 with the name TRUMP blazoned on its sides in big gold letters, and whose seat belts fasten with gold-plated buckles. No question, he moves about in style. Here now are twelve things about him we all ought to know.
1. His parents
His father, Fred Trump, was the son of a German immigrant who came to this country in steerage, made money in Alaska, and invested in real estate in Queens. Fred Trump too invested in real estate, focusing on the outer boroughs while keeping clear of Manhattan. Tough, savvy, and inventive, he knew how to cultivate judges and politicians, and to buy up mortgaged properties cheap – lessons not lost upon his son. His advice to Donald: “Be a killer.”
The Donald’s mother, Mary Anne MacLeod, was a Scottish immigrant who went from poor beginnings to accompanying her husband as he made the rounds in a Rolls Royce collecting rents.
Both his parents were superior beings, Trump insists, and thanks to them he has good genes that make him better at everything from golf to business.
(A note on Fred Trump. A friend of mine and her husband once rented an apartment from him on Staten Island. Not in good shape, the apartment was overrun with roaches. One winter they were about to go off on a trip, but her husband got the flu and had to stay behind. The day after she left, he heard fierce pounding on the door. Feverish, he dragged himself to the door, found two burly men with crowbars who were trying to break the door down. They were surprised to see him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“We’re here to evict you,” the bigger one announced, waving a piece of paper from Trump Management.
“I paid my rent,” said the husband, showing a receipt. He had indeed, but eight days late.
“Too bad, we gotta getcha out.”
Her husband, big and broad-shouldered, announced, “You may get past me, but it’ll ruin your day.”
The bluff worked; they hesitated, they left. But if he had gone off with his wife, the two men would have come, battered the door down, and put all their furniture out in the snow, and a new lock on the door. You didn’t fool around with Fred Trump.)
2. His love of fighting
Donald Trump’s love of fighting – all kinds, including physical – dates back to his youth. If attacked, he counterattacks, no matter who the perceived assailant is, a celebrity, a journalist, or the federal government, and in so doing he always insists that he is the party wronged. Today, in the age of the Internet, he knows he can use Twitter and Facebook to reach millions and clobber any unfavorable book or news item almost as soon as it appears.
3. His dread of being a sucker
He dreads being seen as a loser. Suckers are those who cling to the sidelines and watch others – people like Trump -- acquire wealth and power. He sees life as a relentless battle, a struggle for survival of the fittest, and he means to be a winner.
4. His charm
Yes, this mountain of ego has charm, can be likable. When offstage, or onstage when it’s to his advantage, he oozes it. When schmoozing, he shares supposed secrets, is ready with praise, and offers sympathy, thus creating a kind of synthetic friendship. He admits to having a con man’s talent for persuasion. To pull off a deal, along with connections and insider status, he uses charm.
5. His kindness
Yes, this bully can be kind. His employees describe him as demanding, but generous with pay and benefits. His former chauffeur tells how Trump paid for the doctor’s bills stemming from his wife’s pregnancy, calls him “a good guy.” A loving father, too, even though he’s gone through three wives to date. And when a boy of ten with terminal cancer asked to be “fired” by Trump on his TV reality show The Apprentice, where the losers were always fired by him, Trump couldn’t bring himself to utter the words “you’re fired”; instead, he gave the kid a check for several thousand dollars and told him to go have the time of his life.
6. His optimism
For all his talk of a struggle for survival, he is an optimist, an advocate of the “power of positive thinking” of Norman Vincent Peale, whose church he and his father attended. He has experienced many bankruptcies (of his properties, never of himself), many defeats, but always bounces back.
7. Trump on Trump
He has lots to say about himself. For example:
I only go first-class.
Part of the beauty of me is that I’m very rich.
I was never a drinker. I was never a drug guy, and I was never a cigarette guy.
I’ve been much more successful than people even admit.
I am the creator of my own comic book, and I love living in it.
I don’t like to analyze myself, because I might not like what I see.
8. Trump on others
Of Graydon Carter, a founder of the gossip magazine Spy, which had pilloried him more than once: “A sleazebag.” Or, alternatively: “A scumbag.”
Of Jamie Dimon, the CEO of banking giant J.P. Morgan Chase, for settling a case with the Justice Department for $13 million, instead of fighting it: “The worst banker in the United States.”
Of President Obama: “Stupid.”
Of Hillary: “If Hillary Clinton can’t satisfy her husband, what makes her think she can satisfy America?”
Of the elderly actress Kim Novak: “She should sue her plastic surgeon.”
9. Others on Trump
Michael D’Antonio, his latest biographer: “A rooster in a tuxedo.”
Attack-dog attorney Roy Cohn, whom Trump had often employed: “Donald pisses ice water.” (For more on Cohn, see post #137.)
Playgirl magazine: “One of the ten sexiest men in America.”
An acquaintance: “That Donald, he could sell sand to the Arabs.”
His first wife, Ivana: “He’s the people’s billionaire.”
David Segal of the Washington Post: “The people who know the least about business admire him the most, and those who know the most about business admire him the least.”
Columnist Clarence Page of the Chicago Tribune: “He knows how to turn audacious and even obnoxious narcissism into pure gold.”
His son Donald Jr.: “The person who hates Trump the most still wants to get his picture with him when he walks by.”
The New York Daily News, when he announced he was running for President: CLOWN RUNS FOR PREZ.
Gossip columnist Liz Smith: “I’ve known him forever, and I can’t figure him out.”
10. His fights
When insulted by Trump, Kim Novak felt so humiliated that she took shelter in her home and didn’t go out for weeks. But others were tougher and met him taunt for taunt: singer/actress Cher, Mayor Ed Koch, and hotel owner Leona Helmsley, known also as the Queen of Mean.
Cher of Trump: “Loudmouth racist cretin.”
Trump to Cher: “I promise not to talk about your massive plastic surgeries that didn’t work.”
Trump: “The city under Ed Koch is a disaster.”
Koch: “If Donald Trump is squealing like a stuck pig, I must have done something right.”
Trump: “Koch is a moron.”
Koch: “Piggy, piggy, piggy.”
(For more on Ed Koch, see post #101.)
|Smiling through adversity: her mug shot when|
arrested on various charges, including tax evasion.
Trump of Helmsley: “Vicious… horrible … a living nightmare.”
Helmsley of Trump: “Sick … a skunk … I wouldn’t believe Donald Trump if his tongue was notarized.”
(For more on Leona Helmsley, see post #81.)
All the participants in these public exchanges show themselves at their grade-school worst.
11. His hair
It fascinates friend and foe alike. Fearing baldness, he uses special creams and evidently had a surgical procedure to close a bald spot on the back of his head. He has denied having surgery, but circa 1990 his brown hair was mysteriously transformed into a swirl of reddish gold, with strands from one side to another, and from back to front. Speculation raged in the media, and Timemagazine published an account of how hair grown long in back can be combed forward, then swept back and fixed with a spray. Insisting that his hair is his own, Trump sometimes invites visitors to pull on it. Meanwhile, costume makers have begun selling Trump wigs for Halloween.
|This photographer got him from behind. Sneaky, what?|
Imagine this hairdo protected by the Secret Service.
12. The primacy of image
With Donald Trump, image trumps reality (no pun intended). This explains his preoccupation with the confection topping his pate, and much else. Everything depends on his keeping his name out there as an image of wealth and success. His face has appeared on the cover of countless magazines. There is a Trump Tower, a Trump Plaza, a Trump Park, and by the start of this century there were – albeit briefly -- Trump steaks, Trump loans, and a website called GoTrump.com.
|The Trump Tower on Fifth Avenue. As unpretentious as The Donald himself.|
From 2005 to 2010 there was also a Trump U, offering retreats on “wealth preservation” and “creative financing” for a mere $5,000 each, and much more. Even though this was sponsored by a man whose business ventures have ended in multiple bankruptcies, students flocked. Since then the Attorney General of New York State has filed a lawsuit claiming that Trump U was not a bona fide university but simply an overpriced how-to-get-rich program making bogus claims, and there are class-action lawsuits filed by disenchanted former students in California.
The success of the reality TV show The Apprentice depended on contestants competing against one another for a one-year job with a glamorous businessman named Trump, and more than 215,000 people applied to be among the first 16 contestants on the show. Because whatever his critics say, and no matter how many business failures he has racked up, or how many polls show that most Americans dislike him, lots of us still love what he offers; we feast on the image, not the fact, of success.
Donald Trump has little time for reflection or analysis, just blurts out his thoughts regardless of the consequences. This pleases many voters, who notice the contrast with Hillary Clinton’s cautious, calculated approach. This brashness passes for candor, though some might call it folly or imprudence. But is he serious? He offers many an outlandish opinion with a grin or a scowl or a poker face, as if daring others to guess if he really means it or not. Michael D’Antonio, his most recent biographer, knows him as well as anyone can, and believes that Trump’s 2000 presidential campaign was “the first true pseudo-campaign in the history of the presidency, a determined effort to exploit the political process by a man whose real purpose was profit.” Or profit and self-aggrandizement. So is his 2016 effort, under way already, another pseudo-campaign? Serious or not, it’s my opinion that, if he sees he won’t be the Republican candidate, he will bow out with a grin, as if it all really was a joke. Why? Because he can’t stand being labeled a loser.
|His star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.|
And let’s face it, we Americans do like risk-takers, do admire wealth and success, do want to achieve them for ourselves. And we do envy those who strive big and get away with it, or get away with it almost. So maybe The Donald is us, blown up to gigantic and offensive proportions. Alas.
But clowns belong in a circus, not the White House.
Source note: For much of the information in this post, I am indebted to Michael D’Antonio, Never Enough: Donald Trump and the Pursuit of Success (St. Martin’s Press, NY: 2015). D’Antonio does an excellent job of interpreting the vast amount of information available. He interviewed many people who have known Trump, and was granted several interviews with Trump himself, until The Donald cut him off.
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