|I am not putting up another picture of Donald Trump|
His is not a rags-to-riches story. Anything but. He was 25 when he was given prominence in his father's real estate company, where he made money by selling properties--except not to African-Americans. Yeah, well, so did everyone else at the time, his people say.
For several years he directed beauty pageants, was accused by one contestant of groping, and made it very clear--all of this is documented--that the contestants would not include African-American women. Well, sure, but there was a ton of racism back then.
When he built the Trump Tower, he imported Polish workers, illegally, and paid them less than $5 an hour, then threatened them with deportation if they said anything. Hey, he was just making great deals, all right? He's a mover and a shaker, and that's the American way.
Trump casinos do not have the kind of balance sheets that would make anyone think their owner was some brilliant financial wizard. Far from it. No pain, no gain, right? At least he's not squirreling his money away. It's out there. Besides, the casino business is cutthroat. Lots of people go under. Try it yourself.
The last time Donald Trump released his tax returns, he'd paid no taxes at all. Zero. Now, he won't, claiming he's being audited, but the IRS shrugs its shoulders. So who doesn't try to get by as cheap as he can, right? If the guy's got the bucks for high-cost lawyers, then what the hell? It's the way things operate in the good old U. S. of A. Besides, you know he forks out big bucks to politicians, right? That's legal.
He's had three wives and that two of them were left behind when he rather publicly carried on tabloid affairs with the curvier young things who subsequently replaced the losers. Yeah, well, there's something rattling around in everyone's closet if you just look around.
I'm plagiarizing a bit here, following the outline of an op-ed by Nicholas Kristof in yesterday's NY Times. Kristof often writes about otherwise nameless people in faraway places where there's far too much suffering, people who are somehow persistently making a difference. Or trying.
Yesterday not. Yesterday for Nicholas Kristof, it was Donald Trump.
"Whether in his youth, in his business career or in his personal life," Kristof says, "Trump’s story is that of a shallow egoist who uses those around him."
And then he ends the piece this way:
That's how it ends, but none of it will lay a glove on the Donald. Nada. Nothing. To his disciples, he's the savior.