New Book On Trump,
Creepy Guy with No Finesse, Quotes Women He Grabbed and Poked
By
Danelle Morton
Most women know what
it’s like to be approached by a guy like Donald Trump. He’s that guy you spot
coming at you from across the party with hands extended and eyes emblazoned by
a voracious glare.
Certainly, his mouth is open a bit, and there’s a drop of predator drool at one edge. To him, you are not a woman, but an assemblage of body parts—mouth, ass, breasts.
Certainly, his mouth is open a bit, and there’s a drop of predator drool at one edge. To him, you are not a woman, but an assemblage of body parts—mouth, ass, breasts.
At the moment of his
approach, he thinks he’s cute. He thinks he’s charming, and that his hands are above
average size.
You’re just another thing he wants to get his little mitts around on his way to his Nobel Peace Prize.
You’re just another thing he wants to get his little mitts around on his way to his Nobel Peace Prize.
The relentlessness and
predictability of Donald Trump’s assaults on women is the focus of All The
President’s Women: Donald Trump and the Making of a Predator,
published by Hachette.
The book is an exhaustive—and often exhausting—compendium of the hundreds of women authors Barry Levine and Monique El-Faizy interviewed who claim they were assaulted by the commander-in-chief. Some of the stories, like Stormy Daniels and Karen McDougal, are well known.
Intrepid reporters Levine and El-Faizy have unearthed 43 more women willing to go on the record, adding to the two dozen who have already described Trump’s alleged attacks.
There are so many that the book has a 50-page appendix that is just a partial list of the women he allegedly has molested and his published denials. More than 200 women!
The monotony of his
moves, the boorishness of his quick-feel grabs, describe a man who is anything
but slick.
With so many horrific
anecdotes one after the other, the through-line of the story is not the trauma
of any particular woman, but the unrepentant predator. One might imagine a guy
as much on the prowl as Donald would be a smooth operator, but the reverse is
true.
One woman described that when he grabbed her genitals it was not exactly erotic, feeling “like someone trying to evaluate ripe fruit at the store.”
One woman described that when he grabbed her genitals it was not exactly erotic, feeling “like someone trying to evaluate ripe fruit at the store.”
Trump Molestation Brand
Not even daughter Ivanka was immune. |
In his decades before
the White House, he was a menace to women everywhere he went. He lied his way
into parties to assault models who were only in their teens.
He founded a modeling agency and bought a beauty pageant to award himself the right to inspect the merchandise.
One Miss California USA entrant described him lining up all the contestants, barely clothed in scanty dance outfits, and walking down the line, notebook in hand, as he gave each an invasive once-over.
Couples who held their weddings at Mar-A-Lago might find him chasing their bridesmaids down the hallway, or pulling one behind a tapestry for a quick feel.
He founded a modeling agency and bought a beauty pageant to award himself the right to inspect the merchandise.
One Miss California USA entrant described him lining up all the contestants, barely clothed in scanty dance outfits, and walking down the line, notebook in hand, as he gave each an invasive once-over.
Couples who held their weddings at Mar-A-Lago might find him chasing their bridesmaids down the hallway, or pulling one behind a tapestry for a quick feel.
He claims the droit
de seigneur in his hotels, roaming the halls late at night clutching a
master key that allows him into any room. Dancers, models and actresses
staying at Mar-A-Lago for an event or performance described waking up in the
wee hours to find Trump standing at their bedsides.
Even if a woman
rebuffed him, he’d cop a feel when he held her snug during a group photo, or
find a way to let his hand linger on her ass. It was this commonplace
assault that had me thinking about all the times this sort of thing has
happened to me.
My much less powerful predators have something in common with the larger-scale ones like Trump, Harvey Weinstein or Charlie Rose. He too believes he is brilliant with an excellent idea about what he wants to do to your body. It’s such an excellent idea, he cannot be persuaded that you don’t agree with him because, after all, his opinion is the only one that matters.
My much less powerful predators have something in common with the larger-scale ones like Trump, Harvey Weinstein or Charlie Rose. He too believes he is brilliant with an excellent idea about what he wants to do to your body. It’s such an excellent idea, he cannot be persuaded that you don’t agree with him because, after all, his opinion is the only one that matters.
Ivanka’s Childhood
Bedroom
One woman, interior
designer Jill Harth, recounted Trump pouncing on her while they stood assessing
Ivanka’s childhood bedroom at Mar-A-Lago for renovations. She was so
repulsed by this that she vomited next to Ivanka’s canopy bed.
You’d think if a woman hurled her lunch at your touch you’d get the hint. Not Donald. Trump who took her disgust as playing hard to get, Harth believed.
For weeks afterward, he called her begging, “I love you, baby. I’m going to be the best lover you’ve ever had… You need to be with me, you need to step it up to the big leagues.”
When Trump was trying to persuade a woman whose husband was dying to fly away with him for a weekend he argued that her husband was so near death, “He’ll never notice you’re gone.”
You’d think if a woman hurled her lunch at your touch you’d get the hint. Not Donald. Trump who took her disgust as playing hard to get, Harth believed.
For weeks afterward, he called her begging, “I love you, baby. I’m going to be the best lover you’ve ever had… You need to be with me, you need to step it up to the big leagues.”
When Trump was trying to persuade a woman whose husband was dying to fly away with him for a weekend he argued that her husband was so near death, “He’ll never notice you’re gone.”
It’s easy to see, even
if you are among the few women in North America not molested by him, that
Donald Trump is a brute and a boor. So why do we need 300-plus pages of
detail? Only his decades-long rampage offers insight into his fitness, or unfitness,
for office.
Impeachment is a
political judgment. The ways Trump behaves when he gets caught is something we
need to be aware of as the walls close in around him. This book shows
how, as his businesses crumbled, he got bolder. Some of the wildest
episodes took place when his first marriage was exploding and his casinos were
going bankrupt.
Free of Guilt and
Consequences
Negative publicity has
no effect on him at all. If he sees his name everywhere he looks, he’s a happy
guy convinced he’s doing great.
Impeachment is also a
decision on character. You can see from the bumbling and chaotically
aggressive way Trump governs that he brought his same signature moves from the
halls of Mar-A-Lago to the Oval Office. He’s older now, though, and he can’t sneak
around as deftly as he once did. He’s much easier to catch in the act.
I imagine him in a
slovenly bathrobe, covered in fast food grease stains, drooling as he wanders
the West Wing trying to figure out how much he can grab in his tiny hands.
Everything he sees is his and he gets to do whatever he wants in this world he
has constructed that is free of guilt or consequences.
To Trump, America is
not so much as a country or an ideal but a collection of resources he can
exploit as he arranges access for the high rollers.
His name screams at him every morning from the front headlines. The television screens displaying his picture reinforce his certainty that every idea he has is brilliant, especially the bad ones. And he’s just about to win the Nobel Peace Prize.
His name screams at him every morning from the front headlines. The television screens displaying his picture reinforce his certainty that every idea he has is brilliant, especially the bad ones. And he’s just about to win the Nobel Peace Prize.