A Boy Who Would Be King

trumprevealedTrump Revealed: An American Journey of Ambition, Ego, Money, and PowerBy Michael Kranish & Marc FisherScribner, 2016Great Again: How to Fix Our Crippled AmericaBy Donald J. TrumpThreshold Editions, 2016 

[America today] needs someone with common sense and business acumen, someone who can truly lead America back to what has made us great in the past.... We need someone with a proven track record in business who understands greatness, someone who can rally us to the standard of excellence we once epitomized and explain what needs to be done.... When I started speaking out, I had no idea what the reaction would be. I know I'm a great builder, I've built buildings all over the world. I've had tremendous success. But I hadn't fully exposed my political thoughts and ideas to restore America's greatness. I also knew that the Trump brand is one of the world's great icons of quality and excellence....I know how to deal with complex issues and how to bring together all the various elements necessary for success. I've done it for years and have built a great company and a massive net worth.

-Donald Trump, from the preface to Great Again

 This passage from a reissued campaign book (Great Again, formerly Crippled America) was probably transcribed and elaborated from an interview with a ghostwriter—Donald Trump doesn't read books and he certainly doesn't write them. But it does capture a few key aspects of his huckster appeal. One is thematic: past greatness, with all its ethnic, economic and cultural implications. Another is technique: word and idea repetition, an effective method for a salesman, an unconquerable compulsion for a narcissist. Finally, there's his reputation as a business man, the thing that makes everything else possible: all of that money and the ability, glamour and success it implies.But thirteen years ago Donald Trump's so-called financial “empire” was a shambles and he was heavily in debt. Trump has never been as rich as he pretends to be, but his finances were especially bad in the last decade of the twentieth century. The Trump Corporation had been in the red for eight years straight (and would be for two more), and though Trump was still making a lot of money – it's usually his partners and the businesses that depend on him who suffer for his mistakes – his net worth was a fraction of what he claimed. He'd been through a half dozen bankruptcies and he'd sold off two of his three privately held Atlantic City casinos to his own public company, which had lost $1 billion since its inception in 1995.Then Donald Trump was saved by television. A reality TV producer, Mark Burnett of Survivor fame, pitched him the idea of a show where teams of aspiring young business people would compete for a job at one of Trump's companies. Trump would winnow the field down episode by episode until a winner was crowned. Trump had been playing the media to get coverage for decades, but as Burnett persuasively argued, the show would allow Trump to cut out the middleman. “Burnett pressed Trump on the power of TV to shape reputations,” write Michael Kranish and Marc Fisher in Trump Revealed, a comprehensive and well-reported account of Trump's life:

Trump had been famous for more than a generation, but a TV show of his own would allow him to mold his image as never before, giving Americans the chance to see him in a way they perceived as unmediated. Without a show of one's own, Burnett believed, a celebrity is but a product of editors' headlines and journalists' takes. Being the star of a show would let Trump remake himself as he saw fit.

For Trump, that meant a chance to hawk his wares and flaunt his money: “My jet's going to be in every episode,” he told NBC's public relations chief, Jim Dowd. “The Taj [casino] is going to be featured. Even if it doesn't get ratings, it's still going to be great for my brand.” And it was.The first season averaged 20 million viewers an episode and Trump used his ballooning fame to sell his name to companies that produced everything from furniture, clothing and cologne (Success by Trump) to steaks (at the Sharper Image) and buildings (contrary to popular belief, most “Trump” buildings merely license the name). More importantly, because of The Apprentice millions of people still believe that Donald Trump is a competent, magnificently successful builder of skyscrapers, condos and casinos. If they didn't, this flagrantly unqualified man would never have gotten a realistic shot at the presidency.Apprentice, Kranish and Fisher write, “changed Trump's trajectory almost immediately.” Dowd recalls the reaction after the show debuted:

People on the street embraced him. He was mobbed. And all of a sudden, there was none of the old mocking, the old New York Post image of him with the wives and the parties. He was a hero and he had not been one before. He told me, “I've got the real estate and hotel and golf niche, I've got the name recognition, but I don't have the love and respect of Middle America.” Now he did. That was the bridge to the [2016] campaign.

Political analysts underestimated the validating effect of so much exposure on a restless population conditioned to hyperbole in advertising and entertainment, and sick of the stage-managed nothingness of American politics. And Trump knew how to take advantage of that cynicism.If he has any talent at all, it's the ability to read an audience, and Trump has read his aging white audience well. He says what no one else in politics will say, and he says it simply, forcefully, and repetitively, confounding the Washington establishment like a stun grenade at a dinner party. Trump also knows how to manipulate the press, which went along for the ride because Trump meant ratings: they would cover any rally or speaking appearance knowing there was a good chance he would say something controversial, banking on the knowledge that their audience was making the exact same calculation. One estimate found that Trump obtained about $2 billion worth of free air time this way. Out of this stuff Donald Trump has improvised a surprisingly potent reactionary campaign with a distinctly authoritarian flavor.Nearly every position he holds today is in direct contradiction to something he has said in the past, whether you measure time in years or even hours. At this late stage of the campaign, he's already backtracked (and in some cases turned about again) on much of what he's promised to do. But his audience, having heard what it wants to hear, refuses to make the connection between his behavior and his words. Most of Trump's business ventures have failed or underperformed, and his greatest business triumphs were more the result of lies, corruption, political connections, and slick marketing, than any business savvy. But his audience does not believe, or does not care, that the official narrative of the life of Donald Trump is a threadbare tissue of lies. Nevertheless, it's a life worth examining.

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“Donald J. Trump is the very definition of the American success story.”

-from the “About the Author” section of Great Again

 Donald J. Trump is not the very definition of the American success story. But there are several quintessentially American themes in his life-story. Greed, materialism, and hubris, sure, but there are other notes as well.greatagainFor instance, like anyone who isn't Native American, Donald Trump's ancestors were immigrants. His mother Mary emigrated in 1930 from the Isle of Lewis, the largest of Scotland's windswept Outer Hebrides. Like all Western European immigrants, she benefited from racial quotas the federal government had reinstated just the year before. The father of the man she married, Friedrich Trump, came to America from southwestern Germany in 1885. Unfortunately Friedrich's departure from Germany was in contravention to German law. Being of age for conscription, he was required to get special permission to emigrate. He didn't, so when he attempted to return to Germany (America did not agree with him or his new wife, Elizabeth), he was forced to move back to the States, an illegal emigrant if not an illegal immigrant.Friedrich and Elizabeth's son Frederick was born in October 1905, a few months after they left Germany for good. Friedrich was a hotelier with minor investments in real estate. After he died in 1918, an early victim of the influenza that would go on to kill a third of the planet's population, his son rose quickly through the family business. “Fred constructed his first home at seventeen,” Kranish and Fisher report, “then another and another, using the profits from one to finance the next.” This, in embryonic form, was the business in which Donald would learn his trade.For Donald Trump, the Great Recession of 2008 was a boon. He pivoted from selling get-rich-quick real estate schemes before the housing crash to repair-your-finances schemes after it—in both cases trading on misery and desperation for profit. His father, similarly, used the Great Depression to fill his bank account. “[Fred] Trump found opportunity in gloom,” Kranish and Fisher write:

When a mortgage firm called Lehrenkrauss & Co. was broken up amid charges of fraud, Trump and a partner scooped up a subsidiary that held title to many distressed properties. Trump used that information to buy houses facing foreclosure, expanding his real estate holdings with properties bought on the cheap from people who had little choice other than to sell.

Fred met Mary in 1936. They wed quickly and began having children. Trump was becoming one of the most prolific builders in the outer boroughs, with all the economic and political clout that implied. Their fourth child, Donald, was born in 1946, and he would make great use of those tools as he built his own real estate empire.School-age friends and teachers remember Donald Trump as a “headstrong” child, which is what polite people say when they're talking about a bully. They recall him hurling spitballs, flashing surly looks at teachers, and beating up other children. Macho credentials of any kind impress Trump, and, being a natural prevaricator, tales of his toughness have grown in his own telling. He claims in 1987's The Art of the Deal that he punched his music teacher in the face and gave him a “black eye” because “I didn't think he knew anything about music, and I almost got expelled. I'm not proud of that, but it's clear evidence that even early on I had a tendency to stand up and make my opinions known in a very forceful way.” But no one – his friends and teachers – remembered the incident, and when the authors of Trump Revealed pointed that out to him, Trump temporized: “When I say 'punch,' when you're that age, nobody punches very hard. But I was very rambunctious in school.” That part, at least, his music teacher did not dispute: “When that kid was ten,” he recalled, “even then he was a little shit.”donald_trump_nymaTrump's father didn't entirely disagree, so he sent his son to military school to teach the young teenager some discipline. It worked, in a way. Trump's ambition led him to win medals for cleanliness and order, he did well at sports, and he was even given a position of responsibility over other cadets. But the signs of the future Donald were there as well. He told one friend “I'm going to be famous one day,” and he liked to ask new people “What does your father do?” He brought a lot of pretty, well-dressed women to campus, and kept score in that department as well: Trump, surveying one of his classmate's dates, called her a “dog.”Trump started at Fordham University in the Fall of 1964, where he was an attentive if not outstanding student. What contemporaries remember most is his money – the expensive suits Trump wore, the fancy convertible he drove – and the strong sense that Trump was sure he belonged in a better, fancier place. Fordham wasn't an Ivy League school, and it was also very Catholic, a fact which led Trump to complain on more than one occasion that there were too many Irish and Italians around. Luckily for Trump, he transferred after his sophomore year to the University of Pennsylvania's Wharton School of Business.Trump claimed in The Art of the Deal that an Ivy League degree “doesn't prove much” and that the most important thing he learned at Wharton was “not to be overly impressed by academic credentials.” None of this is borne out by his own behavior. As Kranish and Fisher write, “Wharton became a name to be dropped, another 'best' to burnish the Trump brand. For a time, Trump bragged of being a top student among his 333 Wharton classmates, even claiming to have been first in his class.” This is characteristic Trump, claiming not to care about what other people think, then lying to impress those selfsame people: Trump didn't finish at the top of his class. He wasn't even on the honor roll.As one classmate told the authors, “Trump was not what you would call an 'intellectual.' He wasn't a dumb guy. He had a specific interest. I don't think he ever studied for an exam. Trump was interested in trading and leveraged deals.... He did what it took to get through the program.” Wharton was the farthest Trump had ever been from home for any significant period of time, and it remained, until the 2016 campaign began, the only stretch of his life where he spent most of his time outside of New York, and even then he visited his father on weekends. “He sniveled every Monday about having to go home on the weekends to New York and work for his dad,” recalled another classmate. “He was a rich whiner.” Trump showed continuity in other areas as well: he was still keen on being seen with beautiful women. The actress Candace Bergen went on a date with him and told People magazine that “He was wearing a three-piece burgundy suit, and burgundy boots, and [drove] a burgundy limousine. He was very coordinated.... It was a very short evening.”Like the rest of his rich classmates, he was unconcerned by Vietnam: Trump got a student deferment, and after he completed college he was medically disqualified from selection, except in case of national emergency, until 1972, when he was permanently disqualified, because (he claims) of spurs in his heels. Today Trump says that if he'd been selected, “he would have gladly served.” In any case, he went to work for his father after college, and in 1971, a mere three years from graduation, became president of Trump Management (his father remained chairman), inheriting much of his father's responsibilities, and his father's legal troubles as well.Donald now oversaw more than fourteen thousand apartments, vast holdings that his father accumulated by building as frugally as possible and making canny use of government subsidies. Fred probably had extra-legal advantages, too. In 1954 he was accused of over-borrowing by $3.5 million on a government loan for an apartment complex in Brooklyn. In 1966 he was accused of inflating project costs on Coney Island’s Trump Village by $1.8 million, and using his political clout to block the appointment of an official who was unfriendly to the project. In both cases the well-connected Fred faced no charges.The Trump housing empire also had a pattern, abetted by the Federal Housing Administration’s discouragement of “inharmonious” projects, of discriminating against non-whites. “Every now and then,” Kranish and Fisher write, “complaints would be filed with local agencies and the Trump company would agree to rent to someone who had allegedly been denied admission, and the matter was settled. But by the time Donald joined the business, investigators were again monitoring the company for racial discrimination.” Repeated tests, where one black and one white applicant applied the same apartment, confirmed a widespread pattern. Former Trump employees told the government that the Trumps preferred to rent to “Jews and executives” and “discouraged rental to blacks.” The government obtained applications submitted to Trump Management and found that applications belonging to minorities were marked with “No. 9” or “C” for colored. The civil rights division of the Justice Department decided to file suit, resulting in United States of America v. Fred C. Trump, Donald Trump and Trump Management, Inc.The Trumps were advised to settle, but right after the case started Donald ran into a lawyer named Roy Cohn, who not only convinced Donald to fight the suit but would go on to exercise a larger influence than anyone, except perhaps his father. Cohn was notorious: a mafia lawyer who made his way as an investigator for Senator Joseph McCarthy, he’d been charged with obstruction of justice, bribery and extortion, but was never convicted—tough guy credentials that the younger Trump found very impressive. Trump hated the idea of settling, and Cohn, who’d been through his share of legal battles, advised him to attack. The Trumps filed a $100 million countersuit against the city, claimed the case was based upon “outrageous” lies, and predicted disaster if they were forced to rent to families on welfare. Cohn, for good measure, accused the lead prosecutor of “Gestapo-like” tactics (both were Jewish).All the same, the counter-suit was dismissed and, ironically enough, the Trumps settled two years later. Donald maintains to this day that it was a good deal (he says the same thing about his bankruptcies), and that his company was only one of many accused in the case. The former might be true, given the evidence arrayed against him, but the latter claim is a self-serving lie—Trump’s response of choice when he wishes to paper over one of his financial disasters. The Trumps were still being accused of racial bias well into the late seventies, and they continued to employ Cohn in their court battles over the issue.Donald, however, wanted to move beyond his father’s company. He believed the outer boroughs were a hinterland, and he moved to Upper East Side in 1971 (to a rent-controlled apartment, no less) and began to hatch schemes to make a name for himself in Manhattan real estate. Lower and middle-class housing in Brooklyn, Queens, and Staten Island “was not a world I found very attractive,” he wrote in The Art of the Deal. “I’d just graduated from Wharton and suddenly here I was in a scene that was violent at worst and unpleasant at best… I had loftier dreams and visions.”In the early 1970’s Penn Central, the former railroad giant, was being forced by its creditors to sell off its assets, which included rail yards, riverfront land, and several dilapidated hotels. Trump fixated on the Commodore, a rat-infested hulk which hadn’t received a single bid despite its proximity to Grand Central Terminal. The barriers were high. As Kranish and Fisher write: “For Donald’s plan to succeed, Penn Central had to sell him the hotel, New York City’s bureaucracy had to approve his approach and give him a tax break, a management company needed to join him to run the hotel, and the banks had to front him the money to pay for the whole thing.” Trump eventually got his hotel—with moves one might politely describe as headstrong.It started with bribery: he sent a chauffeur-delivered television set to the man in charge of selling Penn Central’s assets; the television was returned. Next he used his father’s reputation to win a public endorsement from Abe Beame, the now forgotten mayor of New York between 1974 to 1978. The lawyer representing Penn Central’s shareholders was initially opposed to dealing with Trump, but he changed his mind after Trump agreed to join an unrelated suit by New York landlords against nine major oil companies for price fixing. Trump sought out the Hyatt company to manage the hotel. Penn Central was assured he had a deal with Hyatt to manage the hotel, though the deal was not yet in place. He then faxed over something that looked like an agreement with Penn Central (at that point he was the only person who had signed it: he had yet to pay the quarter million he owed up front) to a city official. Trump used the city's approval to close the deal with Hyatt. Then Trump sought out a tax break from the Urban Development Corporation. In a face-to-face meeting the UDC's chairman refused to support the deal. Trump threatened to have him fired, and walked out. But chairman didn't make the final decision, the city's Board of Estimate did. Other bidders, who were willing to pay more for the site and pay more in taxes, weren't considered because of Trump's contract with Penn Central, a contract that did not yet exist. Trump won the tax decision, and the hotel was his.Kranish and Fisher call it a “model” of the Trump development style: “generous tax breaks, leveraging rival interests against each other, and a hefty dose of financial chutzpah and sleight of hand.” One wonders why they don’t come right out and call it fraud, but in any case, Trump had established his style. He also credited the hotel with jump-starting the neighborhood, but in fact that part of Midtown was already seeing an influx of wealthy owners and tenants. The next big project was Trump Tower, which he also gutted and renovated, destroying, for the pure pleasure of doing so, a façade that preservationists had sought to save. And then Trump lied about it to the press using a pseudonym—a favorite game of his, one with which New York’s tabloids were happy to play along.Building Trump Tower also required Trump to placate the mafia, specifically the Genovese and Gambino families, who controlled the company that would produce concrete for the building, and a racketeer named John Cody, who controlled the cement truckers that would pour it through the Teamsters union. Proof is naturally hard to come by, but it seems Trump was very fortunate in his choice of lawyers. Roy Cohn had represented the the boss of the Genovese family, “Fat” Tony Salerno, and was friendly with Cody, whose girlfriend, Verina Hixon, was sold three duplex apartments in the tower. The apartments were then upgraded at a cost of $150,000 (over $370,000 in 2015 dollars), and their new amenities included expensive furniture, a sauna, and the building’s only indoor swimming pool. When union strikes brought construction to a halt across the city in 1982, construction at Trump Tower continued uninterrupted. Trump was subpoenaed by federal investigators for a case against Cody (who was subsequently convicted and imprisoned), but denied the quid-pro-quo. Cody, however, claimed to know Trump very well: “Donald,” he said, “liked to deal with me through Roy Cohn.”

donald_trump_by_gage_skidmore_12photo by Gage Skidmore
It’s difficult to write about Donald Trump without getting bogged down in a list of horrors, and even a long book has to sacrifice completeness for the sake of momentum, but Kranish and Fisher could also have mentioned – because it helps to establish a pattern – that Trump used the same mob-owned company for the construction of Trump Plaza, a deal worth $7.8 million (about $18 million in 2015 dollars). Still, they do an excellent job charting the various lies, misdeeds and mistakes that accompanied Trump’s next venture, his move into the Atlantic City's new casino business.In the late 1970’s Atlantic City was so desperate to revive its economy that it decided to legalize gambling, and into this booming industry Trump brought his signature development style – subsidies, backroom deals, brazen obfuscation – for the construction of one casino, then another casino, and then a third, an overinvestment so foolish it led to several bankruptcies. He also padded his wallet by using his casinos to buy thousands of copies of his books and rent his ostentatious, overpriced and largely unused yacht ($400,000 a month). And once again, he dealt with the mafia.Before he could begin construction Trump needed a casino license. To get one, he had to disclose whether he had “ever been cited or charged with or formally accused of any violation of a statute, regulation or code of any state, county, municipal, federal or national government.” Of course, he was – the discrimination case in New York – but Trump didn’t mention it. He also didn’t mention that he had been in contact with associates of organized crime, which was supposed to be disqualifying. The licensing commission ultimately found out about all of it, but out of either financial desperation or the force of Trump’s political muscle (or both), the license was granted.But the license was granted only after Trump agreed to buy, not lease, the land for his first casino from its owners. The owners were Daniel Sullivan, a former Teamster and future FBI informant, and Kenny Shapiro, an associate of Philadelphia's Scarfo crime family. “I don't think there's anything wrong with these people,” Trump told the gambling commission. “Many of them have been in Atlantic City for many, many years, and I think they are well thought of.” (The Scarfo family was notorious for its violence.) But a year before, Trump had been contacted by FBI about the mafia presence in his operations, and Trump told them he “had read in the press media and had heard from various acquaintances that organized crime elements were known to operate in Atlantic City,” and he didn't want to “tarnish his family's name” by being involved with them. So Trump had lied to the commission, and before he lied he had already hired Sullivan to “negotiate” with the mafia-controlled hotel employees union, and then he helped Sullivan secure millions in loans from his personal banker at Chase Manhattan. Trump also gave Sullivan and Shapiro a nice going-away present: complying with the commission's orders, he bought their land at a price nearly triple what the two men had paid for it. Then he built his casino.Trump was a brash casino operator, but not a good one: judgment is a frequent casualty of egos as large as his. He wasted money on ostentatious decorations and then he built two more casinos, effectively competing against himself for the same customers. Warned about this too many times to count, Trump blamed the economy when the casinos floundered, and tried (or was forced) to reduce his debts by entering into managed bankruptcies. He also made a habit of not paying his contractors. Trump Revealed contains one particularly sad example about a contractor who never received payment, and after draining his savings and his daughter's college fund was forced to give up his business. Trump has left many more stories like this in the wake of his failed business ventures: they number in the hundreds.He also engaged in something called “greenmail.” Trump bought up large quantities of stock in other casinos, tricking them into thinking they would be victims of a hostile takeover, which in turn forced them to take drastic action to devalue their own stock. In theory, devalued stock would make them less inviting targets, but Trump never had any intention of buying them out. “Greenmail” is illegal, but like so many rich, well-connected people in America, the real estate mogul got off light: he paid a fine and continued running his casinos (albeit, into the ground).Before The Apprentice, Trump manipulated his image by playing the tabloids against each other, phoning into this paper or that paper under a pseudonym, provoking front page splashes by showing up to parties with beautiful women at his side (even when he was married), dropping a controversial quotes (about other businesspeople, women, anyone) that made their way into the gossip pages, or simply making things up. The press was usually far too lazy to call him on it. Trump's first major profile, in 1976, set the tone. The New York Times wrote a story about an up-and-coming playboy millionaire on the cusp of real estate stardom:
He is tall, lean and blond, with dazzling white teeth, and he looks ever so much like Robert Redford. He rides around town in a chauffeured silver Cadillac with his initials, DJT, on the plates. He dates slinky fashion models, belongs to elegant clubs and, at only 30 years of age, estimates that he is worth more than $200 million.

But the truth was Trump reported less than $25,000 in income that year, and even his father's holdings may not have been worth that much. Rich Trump, however, is a better story than kinda rich Trump, and until he ran for President the ranks of media skeptics were confined to a few intrepid reporters, allowing Trump to burnish his reputation in the eyes of the public.For all his money and his tacky, nouveau riche estates, there is no ornament more important to Trump than a woman. In one of the book's best passages, Kranish and Fisher explain how he used them:

Women have defined Trump as much as any project or property. The Trump brand's primary product line was a menu of ways to fulfill the workingman's vision of a titan's lifestyle, and Trump sold his products—casinos, hotels, condos—in part by surrounding himself with symbols of the high life, most especially beautiful women. The image Trump cultivated had no place for subtlety. He cared about how things looked, and he carefully created pictures, elegantly staged tableaux of beauty, positioning his dates, his girlfriends, his wives, and his children as avatars of wealth, all dress and posed to impress the common man... And he loved a certain sort of woman: models, pageant winners, would be actresses.... As Trump grew older, the age gap grew bigger. Publicly, the women grew quieter, too.

Or, as Trump put it to Esquire magazine in 1991: “You know, it really doesn’t matter what they write as long as you’ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass.”Trump hired models to attend functions with him, and the parties he threw maintained a strict 3 to 2 ratio of women to men. He went into the beauty pageant and modeling businesses. “What I do is successful because of the aesthetics,” he said. “People love my buildings and my pageants.” An example of Trump’s aesthetics can be found in the Miss Universe contest: he bragged that the “bathing suits got smaller and the heels got higher and the ratings went up” after he took over. One Miss USA contestant recalled that Trump “inspected us closer than any general ever inspected a platoon.” Trump was also accused of sexual harassment, excluding black contestants from the parties he threw, and breaches of contract. Like so many of the lawsuits against him, Trump settled these complaints out of court, settlements that were designed to prevent the claimants from speaking about the issue again. He applied the same treatment to his wives: they were required to sign confidentiality agreements.Trump's first wife was Ivana Winklmayer, and naturally he lied about their backstory, claiming that he first saw her at the 1976 Olympic games in Montreal, and that she was a former member of Czechoslovakia's Olympic ski team in 1972. Later he claimed she was an alternate on the team. (She was neither.) Trump proposed to her on New Years Eve 1976, and they had their first child exactly one year later. In between they married, but first Trump required Ivana to sign a prenuptial agreement (this, like many other things, on the advice of Roy Cohn, who negotiated with Ivana's lawyer). Ivana had a flair for publicity as well, and they carried out their acrimonious negotiations in public through the city's gossip sheets.Trump's mistreatment of his first wife is legendary. There was his womanizing, an activity whose risk he compared with being a soldier in Southeast Asia: “It is,” he bragged, “my personal Vietnam. I feel like a great and very brave soldier.” Trump put Ivana in charge of one of his casinos, and when it didn't do well (in no small part thanks to his own incompetence), he fired her and sent her to manage one of his hotels in Manhattan. Then he humiliated her at a farewell ceremony in front of her former employees. “Look at this,” he carped into the microphone. “I had to buy a $350 million hotel just to get her out of here and look at how she's crying. Now that's why I'm sending her back to New York. I don't need this, some woman crying. I need somebody strong in here to take care of this place.” At the same time Trump was carrying on a very public affair with the model Marla Maples, whom he pressured into an interview where she was made to brag that Trump was the “best sex I've ever had.” In his first book, 1987's The Art of the Deal, he expounded on the kind of women he found useful: “For a man to be successful,” Trump wrote, “he needs support at home, just like my father had from my mother, not someone who's always griping and bitching.”About that book: after Trump Revealed went to press, The Art of the Deal's ghostwriter, Tony Schwartz, decided to break his silence about what he'd observed working with Trump. The resulting article, by the redoubtable Jane Mayer, is discomfiting because its source is so authoritative. Back in the mid 80s Schwartz had written an article about Trump’s attempt to strong-arm tenants, who were living in rent-controlled apartments, out of a building he wanted to develop (his tactics included ignoring maintenance requests and threatening to shelter homeless people in vacant apartments). The article was not positive, but Trump hung it on his wall because it made him look tough. He offered Schwartz a lot of money to ghostwrite his first book. Schwartz, a liberal, vacillated but ultimately decided to take the paycheck.What he found was an overgrown child (“pathologically impulsive and self-centered,” in Mayer’s words) who couldn’t keep his attention focused on questions related to the book for more than a few moments. Schwartz tried for weeks to get something out of him. He became so desperate he went with Trump on vacation, thinking there would be fewer distractions, but Trump still couldn't focus. Schwartz had discovered one of Trump’s “essential characteristics”: “He has no attention span… Trump has been written about a thousand ways from Sunday, but this fundamental aspect of who he is doesn't seem to be fully understood. It's implicit in a lot of what people write, but it's never explicit—or, at least, I haven't seen it. And that is that it's impossible to keep him focused on any topic, other than his own self-aggrandizement, for more than a few minutes, and even then....” At that “Schwartz trailed off,” Mayer writes, “shaking his head in amazement.”Schwartz hit upon an idea: in lieu of those useless interviews, he’d follow Trump through the day, listen in on his phone calls, sit in on his meetings, and gather his information that way. Trump loved the idea (“If he could have had three hundred thousand people listening in,” Schwartz said, “he would have been even happier”), and Schwartz spent the next 18 months at his side. He describes Trump as a man with “a stunning level of superficial knowledge and plain ignorance… That’s why he so prefers TV as his first new source—information comes in easily digestible sound bites.” It's no surprise that Trump reportedly had trouble focusing during preparation for the first presidential debate against Hillary Clinton, and it showed in his performance. (Trump was coached by the former Fox News executive and sexual predator, Roger Ailes.)One of Trump’s other essential characteristics, one with which we’re all now familiar, is the ease with which he lies. “Lying is second nature to him,” Schwartz told Mayer. “More than anyone else I have ever met, Trump has the ability to convince himself that whatever he is saying at any given moment is true, or sort of true, or at least ought to be true…. He lied strategically. He had a complete lack of conscience about it.” Schwartz recognized in Trump’s business dealings what his political opponents have been slow to learn: that most people are “constrained by the truth,” and Trump’s indifference to truth gives him “a strange advantage.” This helps to explain why Trump was able to maintain an aura of success during the 1990s and early 2000s when the record shows anything but, and how he gets away with lying so often today: the media largely didn’t care about his lying before he announced his run for President, and his supporters haven’t cared about it since. In each case the listener heard what they needed to hear.For Trump, the decade and a half before he started The Apprentice was largely about managing failure in business while still making money for himself. He began the 1990s with only 3 of his 22 properties making a profit and a net worth of under $300 million, far less than he claimed. But in the business world, the ludicrous playboy image he had built for himself acted like a firewall: his creditors, who forced him to sell much of his property and enter into several managed bankruptcies (“one of the great deals,” Trump calls it), were lenient because they figured his name, and the customers it brought in, would still be useful. Trump also used his own public company to wrench money out of his struggling properties, selling two of his casinos to it and netting himself a $7 million annual salary. At the same time he involved himself in a number of foolish and unsavory enterprises, from purchasing a sports team in the USFL (a soon-to-be defunct competitor to the NFL), to taking over an airline, which lost business because many women refused to use a company owned by a notorious sexist. Trump also suggested that Mike Tyson be allowed to remain free after his rape conviction so he could continue to make money on the boxing events held at his casinos.Trump's business model was beginning to shift, even before his reality television show aired, into licensing and away from construction. With the newfound popularity conferred by his show, Trump slapped his name on dozens of products, from food to clothing to buildings (recall that most “Trump” buildings are not constructed or owned by Trump or his company). It was the perfect business model for him: no matter the quality of the product, what it did, or whether it was profitable, he always got paid and the risk was shouldered by others.

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One of Trump's most notorious “products” is Trump University, ostensibly a series of wealth creation seminars (with lecturers “hand picked” by Trump), but really a nationwide, Scientology-esque scam whereby desperate people were told to give over their financial information and then browbeaten into buying higher level courses that they often could not afford. Some of these courses cost tens of thousands of dollars, and Trump is currently undergoing a very embarrassing lawsuit for his role in it. Another fraud was a “health pill” buy in: you bought some supposedly wonderful health pills and then sold them, and sold the program, to others, the sort of legalized pyramid scheme familiar to anyone who has encountered too many late-night infomercials.
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All of this seems very far from American politics (except for the political corruption, that is), but some readers may be surprised to know that Trump's first flirtation with the presidency dates back nearly 30 years, to 1987. And shockingly, the idea wasn't his. A politically active furniture maker in New Hampshire grew enamored of Trump's reputation, began asking his incredulous friends to “draft Trump” for the Republican nomination, and invited the man himself to speak in New Hampshire. After a meeting in Manhattan, Trump agreed. Not long after full page ads appeared in the The New York Times, Washington Post and Boston Globe. Paid for by Trump, they sound familiar all these decades later: “There's nothing wrong with America's Foreign Defense Policy that a little backbone can't cure.” Referring to America's allies in Asia, the Middle East, and Europe, Trump said,
Tax these wealthy nations, not America. End our huge deficits, reduce our taxes and let America's economy grow unencumbered by the cost of defending those who can easily afford to pay us for the defense of their freedom. Let's not let our great country be laughed at anymore.

It's very tempting to mistake this for ideological consistency, but what it really reflects is consistency of opportunity: jingoism is always a popular attitude in American politics. If Trump believed what he said he wouldn't have switched parties seven times over the next two and a half decades. Trump has actually been a Democrat several times; the Clintons attended his third wedding and he even endorsed Hillary Clinton's 2000 campaign for the Senate.

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Trump never ran in 1988. Everything – the ads, the New Hampshire speech, the television appearances – they were all a ploy to win attention for his business and his book, a PR scheme for which he gleefully accepted responsibility. The pattern repeated itself in 2000, when Trump joined the Reform Party and considered running as its candidate for the Presidency. He published a book called The America We Deserve, but he never truly got in the race. It seems to have been another ploy to gin up publicity and sell books, but there is an ominous footnote to this episode: as Kranish and Fisher note, “although he had already pulled out of the race, Trump's name remained on the Reform Party ballot in Michigan and California. He won both primaries.”Trump's next flirtation with the White House was in 2011, when early polls placed him second, tied with Mitt Romney (who later humiliated himself by obsequiously courting Trump's endorsement). Trump was very popular with the Tea Party crowd, in no small part because he was a ringleader of the racist “birther” conspiracy. “I have people that actually have been studying it,” Trump said, “and they cannot believe what they're finding.... I would like to have him show his birth certificate.” At first Obama refused to dignify this racist dog whistling, but finally decided to put an end to it just as Trump was about to travel to New Hampshire, the second state to vote in the Republican primaries. The President then humiliated Trump at the White House Correspondents Dinner, and Trump, his issue taken away, his image deflating, decided not to run two weeks later.
He kept attacking Obama, though, offering $5 million for his college transcripts and a copy of his first passport, and he campaigned hard for Romney. Romney's loss shocked a lot of people, including Trump; Kramer and Fisher quote some choice tweets from Donald on the night of the election:
“This election is a total sham and a travesty.”“Let's fight like hell and stop this great and disgusting injustice!”“We can't let this happen. The world is laughing at us.”“We should march on Washington and stop this travesty. Our nation is totally divided!”

This election had an ominous footnote, too: “Twelve days after the 2012 election,” the authors write, “Trump filed an application with the US Patent and Trademark Office for a phrase he wanted to be his own: Make America Great Again.” In 2015, he finally committed.

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The point is that if you are a little different, or a little outrageous, or if you do things that are bold or controversial, the press is going to write about you.... from a pure business point of view, the benefits of being written about have far outweighed the drawbacks.... even a critical story, which may be hurtful personally, can be very valuable to your business.... The final key to the way I promote is bravado. I play to people's fantasies. People may not always think big themselves, but they can still get very excited by those who do. That's why a little hyperbole never hurts. People want to believe that something is the biggest and the greatest and the most spectacular.

-Donald Trump, The Art of the Deal

A lot of people were encouraging me to speak out, and I realized that with my well-known success story and record of building residential and office buildings and developing public spaces—all the while accumulating personal wealth—I could inspire people to help create the most massive turnaround in American history.

-Donald Trump, Great Again

Trump had several important political advantages in 2016. He may be a phony, but so were all of his opponents – the oleaginous Ted Cruz, the vacant Mark Rubio, the bland, entitled Jeb Bush, the lurching, desperate Chris Christie – and Trump's brand of phoniness had the advantage of being fresh. “He's not afraid,” one of his supporters told a Washington Post reporter at an early rally. “He's not a politician.” His opponents were politicians, though, and very conventional ones at that. They could read the polls. They didn't expect Trump's popularity to last, but while it did they were determined to pay him court in order to woo his followers after he dropped out of the race. As the primary wore on and Trump racked up victories, each nursed the fugitive hope that if enough of his opponents dropped out, he might have the space to take down Trump. Pundits kept claiming that Trump had a ceiling: 25 percent, 30 percent, 40 percent in the primaries, but as his opponents quit his numbers kept going up. Today, in the general election, against another compromised, conventional politician, Trump’s ceiling is now somewhere above 40 percent, within arm’s reach of the Oval Office.Trump’s campaign style is extremely unconventional. Decisions are made on the fly with a handful of advisers and family members while they watch cable TV. He does very little of the one-on-one “retail politics” that conventional campaigns are supposed to involve, preferring interviews and call-ins with the press and large rallies where he can extemporize at length about the country, people he doesn’t like, and himself. Some of his favorite targets are the reporters covering his campaign. Fenced off in a press area, Trump will direct the crowd to boo at the “horrible people” reporting and filming from the floor. The crowds usually oblige with screaming, middle fingers, taunts, sexist insults, threats of violence and even actual violence (and some of Trump’s campaign workers have taken part in this as well). As Trump says about the media in his vile, self-absorbed, and painfully repetitive book, Great Again:

I've definitely met people at both the very top as well as the lowest end of the food chain. I mean, the very bottom: they are horrible human beings, they are dishonest. I've seen these so-called journalists flat-out lie. I say that because incompetence doesn't' begin to explain the inaccurate stories they have written. There is no other explanation.

Protesters interrupt Trump’s rallies so often that it’s become a part of the show: someone stands up and shouts, or silently holds up a sign, and security removes them while Trump shouts orders, hurls insults, and fantasizes about violence:

“Get ‘em out of here!”“In the good old days, this doesn’t happen because they used to treat them very, very rough.”“You know what they used to do to guys like that when they were in a place like this? They’d be carried out on a stretcher.”“I’d like to punch him in the face.”“Knock the crap out of him.”“Try not to hurt him. If you do, I’ll defend you in court.”

Trump’s dire, vague prognostications about the future of the United States at the rallies, and in his book, set the stage for the vitriol. “America needs to start winning again,” reads the beginning of Chapter 1 in Great Again. “Nobody likes a loser and nobody likes to be bullied. Yet, here we stand today, the greatest superpower on Earth, and everyone is eating our lunch. That’s not winning.” His announcement speech (and hundreds of speeches and press conferences and interviews) began in the same vein: “Our country is in serious trouble. We don't have victories anymore. We used to have victories, but we don't have them. When was the last time anybody saw us beating, let's say, China in a trade deal? They kill us. I beat China all the time. All the time.”The next passage of his improvised speech is now infamous:

The U.S. has become a dumping ground for everybody else's problems. [Here he stops to take in and acknowledge applause.] When Mexico sends its people, they're not sending their best. They're not sending you. They're not sending you. They're sending people that have lots of problems, and they're bringing those problems with us. They're bringing drugs. They're bringing crime. They're rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.

This is a good example of how brazenly Trump will lie to cover himself. He addresses this portion of the speech in his book and blames the public outcry on the media: “They don’t care about printing the truth, they don’t want to repeat my entire remarks, and they don’t want to be bothered explaining what I meant.” And then Trump picks out a few words from the speech without himself repeating his “entire remarks” about the subject, which are quoted in full above. “I would never insult Hispanics or any group of people,” writes the man who called a Hispanic contestant in one of his pageants “Miss Housekeeping” (and “Miss Piggy,” because she had gained weight). These rallies and rants capture, in sound and ink, an essential truth about the Trump campaign: it is, as much as anything, an exercise in cathartic hatred.Donald Trump's rise to the Republican nomination for President of the United States has baffled almost everyone, perhaps even Donald Trump. In retrospect, though, he seems like the perfect candidate for his time. America's economic recovery has been weak and deeply iniquitous, its demography is undergoing drastic changes, the threat of terrorism has been inflated far beyond the true danger it represents, and racism has returned to the foreground of national politics. The Republican Party has shrunk and hardened into clutch of white nativists and free market extremists. And the American public, juiced on a diet of news feeds generated by computer algorithms, and inured to the hyperbole of TV news and advertising, has come to the conclusion, with much justification, that its political system is a joke.Who better to represent the red team than a foolish, ignorant, dissembling, self-absorbed bigot with a dash of strong-man charisma?I think one thing that has been so discomfiting for people who, like me, are aghast at the idea of President Trump, is the concrete realization that large swathes of the population don’t really believe in democracy as we understand it. (For minorities and others this is old news.) Trump’s “law and order” campaign – a phrase he repeats constantly for white voters – has nothing to do with justice as we conceive it. Garret Epps put it well when he wrote recently in The Atlantic, while noting that Trump has repeatedly suggested curtailing freedom of the press, that,

In other areas, his program is torture, hostage taking, murder of innocent civilians, treaty repudiation, militarized borders, official embrace of Christianity, exclusion and surveillance of non-favored religious groups, an end to birthright citizenship, racial and religious profiling, violent and unrestrained law enforcement, and mass roundups and deportation.

All of this is compounded by Trump’s vacuousness, ignorance, laziness, bigotry, criminality, misogyny, dumbbell machismo, and his serial fabrications about himself and any subject to which he puts his words. Trump's base, we now realize, has an idea of what America should be, but the underpinnings of that ideal are authoritarian, not democratic; they're tribal, not civic.This is not a foundation for a stable country, much less a prosperous one, but I don't think his supporters realize that. I don't think they understand that a man as incompetent, deceptive, and polarizing as Trump is not going to be able to give them what they want. I don't think they realize that a man with instincts this aggressive isn't going to keep them out of foreign wars. But I also don't think, for the most hardened and resentful among them, that any of the history contained above is going to matter. They're angry and afraid and someone has told them what they want to hear, and the rest of us are in the position of hoping for a victory by someone who has had a role in many of the policies that have left America such an aggressive, unjust, and unequal place.I know one Trump supporter very well. We've been close since we were children. He's smart and he's articulate; he is capable of great kindness. I am certain that he is going to read this. But one of the things that makes this election so horrible for me is, I am just as certain it's not going to make any difference.____Greg Waldmann is the Editor-in-chief of Open Letters Monthly, and a native New Yorker living in Boston with a degree in International Affairs.