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| Trump with shady businessman father Fred who staked Donald's start |
It may be the best, most comprehensive article you will ever read on the subject of “What Makes Donald Run?”
The short summary is that Trump and
his family grew up in Queens in a grand mansion, but he longed to be accepted
in Manhattan society. He hitched his star to the repulsive Roy Cohn and various
Mafia dons and never won what he most craved: respect. Again and again, he was
driven to prove that whatever he did was the biggest and best, even when it
wasn’t.
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| "Son, some day this will be all yours to rape and pillage." |
A Cadillac and a Rolls-Royce were parked in the driveway, guarded by two cast-iron jockeys. Even in Queens, it was a world apart. ‘“Be a killer,”’ Fred Trump, ‘who ruled all of us with a steel will’, told him. Then he said: ‘“You are a king.”’
Trump wasn’t looked down on in Manhattan because he was a parvenu, a dressed-to-kill bridge-and-tunnel bounder from an outer borough. New Yorkers hardly have a bias against aspiring newcomers.
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| Trump the businessman launches the US Football League and his own franchise, the New Jersey Generals. Lasted two years before it crashed and burned. |
Walt Whitman sang in ‘Mannahatta’ of a city ‘liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient’. Trump wished to be more than accepted in Manhattan: he wanted to be adored, there and only there, and came to despise it in all its diversity and cacophony when time and again he was rejected.
'I want to wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep and find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap.’ The lyrics of Frank Sinatra’s standard ring out like a mocking chorus from the Yankee Stadium when the hometown wins.
Poor Trump, who thought the song should be his anthem, could never shake his ‘little town blues’.
His humiliation at his failure ‘to make it there’ is at the heart of his vengeful compulsion to wreak humiliation on those he fears will belittle him. The uncontrollable anger that unleashes a regular flood of insults derives from his profound feeling that he has been, is being and will be diminished. In a constant state of alert and hurt, he victimises others because he burns with the feeling that he is the true victim.
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| Trump with mentor Roy Cohn, the brains behind disgraced Sen. Joe McCarthy's witchhunt for "Reds" |
Every time his outlandish behaviour turns him into the butt of a joke, especially at the hands of sources associated with New York, from Spy’s jibes to Alec Baldwin’s impersonation on Saturday Night Live, his rage is stoked. Portraying himself as the innocent party he lashes out, a narcissistic reflex but also a tactic he learned from Roy Cohn.
Resentment born of entitlement,
of the feeling that he was being treated as an inferior though he knew he was
superior, was an inadvertent and inverse link with the lower-middle-class
whites who fled Queens and Brooklyn in the 1950s and 1960s for the Long Island
suburbs to escape black migration.
They went one way and Trump another, but both were repelled by Manhattan’s racial liberalism, which was seen as an insult to and impingement on their own status from those above and below them.
They went one way and Trump another, but both were repelled by Manhattan’s racial liberalism, which was seen as an insult to and impingement on their own status from those above and below them.
In the 1980s, Trump had a
well-established reputation as a con man.
Trump was already among New
York’s stock cast of colourful characters, one of Spy’s ‘top ten jerks’,
joining notorious loudmouths of the era such as the New York Yankees’ bullying
owner George Steinbrenner (another Roy Cohn client).
From the Bronx to the
Battery, opinion on Trump set as hard as the cement on his construction sites
and as fast as he had ordered underpaid Polish immigrant construction workers
in 1980 to jackhammer the Art Deco friezes on the Fifth Avenue Bonwit Teller
building to make way for his tribute to himself, Trump Tower, a slab of
banality which resembles an elongated flat-screen TV.
He had promised to preserve the reliefs for the Metropolitan Museum, but after blasting them to smithereens to widespread condemnation the Trump Organisation issued a press release declaring that the sculptures were ‘without artistic merit’.
Through a PR agent, Trump claimed the demolition was a matter of aesthetic judgment and, he added, cost him $500,000, no doubt a round number pulled out of a hat.
In the New York Times the PR spokesman identified himself as ‘John Barron’. In the Associated Press story the same publicity man called himself ‘Donald Baron’ and was quoted as saying that ‘the merit of these stones was not great enough to save them.’ Both ‘John’ and ‘Donald’ were Trump.
‘What do you think? Do you think blowing up the sculptures has hurt me?’ he asked Vanity Fair a decade later.
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| The renowned Art Deco classic Bonwit Teller building destroyed by Trump to build a tacky monument to himself |
He had promised to preserve the reliefs for the Metropolitan Museum, but after blasting them to smithereens to widespread condemnation the Trump Organisation issued a press release declaring that the sculptures were ‘without artistic merit’.
Through a PR agent, Trump claimed the demolition was a matter of aesthetic judgment and, he added, cost him $500,000, no doubt a round number pulled out of a hat.
In the New York Times the PR spokesman identified himself as ‘John Barron’. In the Associated Press story the same publicity man called himself ‘Donald Baron’ and was quoted as saying that ‘the merit of these stones was not great enough to save them.’ Both ‘John’ and ‘Donald’ were Trump.
‘What do you think? Do you think blowing up the sculptures has hurt me?’ he asked Vanity Fair a decade later.
Who cares? Let’s say that I had
given that junk to the Met. They would have just put them in their basement.
I’ll never have the goodwill of the Establishment, the tastemakers of New York.
Do you think, if I failed, these guys in New York would be unhappy? They would
be thrilled! Because they have never tried anything on the scale that I am
trying things in this city. I don’t care about their goodwill.
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| Trump built this monstrosity on the Bonwit Teller site using undocumented workers from Poland. He also cheated them on their wages and exposed them to dangerous working conditions. |
Then Trump fired the illegal
immigrant labourers, ‘the Polish brigade’, after they’d completed their work,
meaning that they were deprived of wages and benefits. The US Labor Department
filed suit against him, a federal judge found him guilty of fraud, noting that
his testimony was not credible, and eventually he paid a fine in a sealed
agreement.
This is an amazing read, with
details you may never have known. Blumenthal read all the Trump biographies to
distill the essence of this serial liar.
Donald Trump’s universally
disparaged image in Manhattan attained skyscraper heights at the turn of the
1990s, after his flamboyantly bungled real-estate projects, tabloid hijinks,
manic club-hopping, flagrant Mob associations, cruel wife-dumping, outrageous
defence of his housing discrimination, not to mention his purchase of screaming
full-page newspaper ads demanding the death penalty for black youths accused of
rape, the Central Park Five, who later turned out to have been innocent.
‘The banks call me all the time,’ he boasted. ‘Can we loan you money, can we this, can we that.’
But Trump had wildly run up $3 billion in debt.
Now his grandiose Trump Shuttle airline crashed and burned.
He lost his crown jewel, the Plaza Hotel. (‘They say the Plaza is worth $400 million? Trump says it’s worth $800 million,’ said Trump. ‘Who the hell knows what it is worth?’)
His casino empire across the Hudson River in Atlantic City, his Taj Mahal, went belly up. (‘The most spectacular hotel-casino anywhere in the world’.) He declared bankruptcy four times in order to stiff his contractors and workers.
Every financial house
in the city spurned his plea to extend his loans. Rather than acceding to his
childish demands after meetings at which he brandished newspaper clippings
about his antics instead of financial papers, the banks put the profligate
Trump on an allowance like an irresponsible adolescent.
He had to sell virtually everything, including his yacht, the Trump Princess, which he had purchased from the shadowy Saudi arms trader Adnan Khashoggi. Trump threatened to sue a journalist at the Wall Street Journal for accurately reporting his collapse, one of his many attempts to intimidate the press, and another technique he learned from Roy Cohn.
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| Trump with racehorse trader and gambler Robert LiButti |
‘The banks call me all the time,’ he boasted. ‘Can we loan you money, can we this, can we that.’
But Trump had wildly run up $3 billion in debt.
Now his grandiose Trump Shuttle airline crashed and burned.
He lost his crown jewel, the Plaza Hotel. (‘They say the Plaza is worth $400 million? Trump says it’s worth $800 million,’ said Trump. ‘Who the hell knows what it is worth?’)
His casino empire across the Hudson River in Atlantic City, his Taj Mahal, went belly up. (‘The most spectacular hotel-casino anywhere in the world’.) He declared bankruptcy four times in order to stiff his contractors and workers.
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| A gold hardhat? OMG! Really? |
He had to sell virtually everything, including his yacht, the Trump Princess, which he had purchased from the shadowy Saudi arms trader Adnan Khashoggi. Trump threatened to sue a journalist at the Wall Street Journal for accurately reporting his collapse, one of his many attempts to intimidate the press, and another technique he learned from Roy Cohn.
Donald was no rugged individualist.
He started in business with a $14 million loan from his father, who bailed him
out as his casino venture began to sink.
Trump never fitted the
mythology of rugged individualism he mimicked and tried to sell as intrinsic to
his brand.
Launched as a front and junior partner for the tainted Fred Trump in Manhattan real estate, he had been on gaudy display in New York since he first crossed the Queensboro Bridge with $14 million from his father.
‘My father gave me a very small loan in 1975 and I built it into a company that’s worth many, many billions of dollars,’ he lied during one of the presidential debates.
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he insists that he has pulled himself up by his bootstraps.
But, as well as staking him to launch his real-estate career,
when the Taj was sinking like Donald’s own private Titanic, Fred Trump rushed
to the casino to buy $3.35 million in chips to buoy his flailing child, who
used the money to avoid default by making an interest payment he wouldn’t
otherwise have had the liquid reserves to meet.
A straight loan would have put Fred Trump in the lengthy queue of creditors. With his loan in the form of chips he could redeem it as soon as his son had the capital.
The New Jersey Casino Control Commission ruled a year later that Fred Trump had engaged in an illegal loan and that Donald should return it, which would have forced him into instant bankruptcy.
The Trumps blithely ignored the finding and instead paid a meagre $65,000 fine, though the manoeuvre failed to save the casino.
Launched as a front and junior partner for the tainted Fred Trump in Manhattan real estate, he had been on gaudy display in New York since he first crossed the Queensboro Bridge with $14 million from his father.
‘My father gave me a very small loan in 1975 and I built it into a company that’s worth many, many billions of dollars,’ he lied during one of the presidential debates.
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he insists that he has pulled himself up by his bootstraps.
But, as well as staking him to launch his real-estate career,
when the Taj was sinking like Donald’s own private Titanic, Fred Trump rushed
to the casino to buy $3.35 million in chips to buoy his flailing child, who
used the money to avoid default by making an interest payment he wouldn’t
otherwise have had the liquid reserves to meet. A straight loan would have put Fred Trump in the lengthy queue of creditors. With his loan in the form of chips he could redeem it as soon as his son had the capital.
The New Jersey Casino Control Commission ruled a year later that Fred Trump had engaged in an illegal loan and that Donald should return it, which would have forced him into instant bankruptcy.
The Trumps blithely ignored the finding and instead paid a meagre $65,000 fine, though the manoeuvre failed to save the casino.
Trump never won acceptance in
Manhattan. You know the song Frank Sinatra (and Liza Minelli) sang “New York,
New York,” that goes “if you can make it there, you’ll make it anywhere…” But
Trump was loathed in the town he most wanted to conquer.
If there is one subject that
has unified discordant New Yorkers over the past five decades, it has been
Trump.
In 2016, he lost 87 per cent of the vote in Manhattan, and most of those who voted for him probably did so with distaste, casting their loyal Republican votes for a man who for most of his life donated money to Democratic candidates in a Democratic city. (Trump also lost in Queens, carrying only 22 per cent of the vote; in Brooklyn, he won less than 20 per cent; and in the Bronx, about 10 per cent.)
In 2016, he lost 87 per cent of the vote in Manhattan, and most of those who voted for him probably did so with distaste, casting their loyal Republican votes for a man who for most of his life donated money to Democratic candidates in a Democratic city. (Trump also lost in Queens, carrying only 22 per cent of the vote; in Brooklyn, he won less than 20 per cent; and in the Bronx, about 10 per cent.)
New Yorkers don’t agree on much. But
they agree that Trump is a bum, a phony, a liar and a fraud.
So his passionate pursuit of
“respect” has landed him in the White House.