By Mark Brenner aka Papa Bizzle
(Note to the Reader: I will refer to Trump by his first name in this blog entry because I experience him as a child, and “Donald” captures this nicely. I’ve been assuming that Paul Ryan continues to refer to him as “Donald,” as well, for some kind of mean, passive-aggressive intent, similar to mine.)
Donald was born in 1946 in New York to Fred and Elizabeth Trump, the fourth of five children. His father, who became one of New York’s biggest real estate developers, was of German ancestry. All four of Donald’s grandparents were born in Europe (Germany and Scotland). His mother was also born abroad in Scotland. Donald has always said that he’s proud of his German ancestry, never citing his Scottish ancestry. So, parse that as you will.
Fred Trump was once arrested at a KKK rally and was also sued by the United States Department of Justice for refusing to rent flats to African-Americans. Ouch. Fred described his son as a “pretty rough fellow when he was small.” Here’s how we might decode this stunning version of parental understatement: He punched his second-grade music teacher in the face and gave him a black eye. (The only child I ever met who had even worse impulse control than this was a second-grade boy who I was evaluating back in the day for some form of emotional disturbance. The first Rorschach card I showed him he started literally to hump it.) Additionally, I’ve read two stories about why Donald’s parents sent him to New York Military Academy. One was that he was expelled from school at the age of 13 and then was sent to the NYMA. The other version is that Donald’s father discovered that he and a friend had been going into NYC to buy switch blades. Either way, he was indeed a “pretty rough fellow when he was small.” Oh wait, there’s more. While at NYMA, Donald was struck with a broomstick during a fight, and he tried to push a fellow cadet out of a second-story window, but was prevented from doing so by two other cadets. And we thought that Ben Carson’s teenage stories were bizarre and disturbing!
The Donald always goes big, and the Donald also never goes home. He’s been married three times and has had five children by those three women, each time “upgrading” (according to his extremely offensive and incomprehensible “rating” system for women’s apparent looks) when he hits the apparent Use-By Date. He has been involved in 3,500 legal cases in U.S. Federal and State courts. He’s been the plaintiff in 1,900 of the cases, the defendant in 1,450 of the cases, and a third party in another 150 of them. This is a mind-boggling number of cases for any human being to be involved in—unless you’re a warrior, constitutionally. Donald is a warrior, constitutionally (“Darwin” would be a much more apt name for him than “Donald,” truthfully.) If you’ve ever been involved in a single business-related legal case you would immediately recall how punishing, enervating, and distracting they typically are. For him, though? Not so much. I have no doubt but that he is energized by each and every one of them. Let’s also add four Chapter 11 bankruptcies to the list, as well.
(This is anecdotal but germane. Over the years I spent a lot of time consulting in Atlantic City. Back then I wouldn’t have known Donald if I’d tripped over him. However, one would constantly be bombarded by stories of his underhanded business practices and how punishing he was to small, family-owned businesses. He wouldn’t pay his bills, and he would compulsively sue people or be fending off suits. He was like a bad joke down in AC…unless you were a contractor to him, and then he was a nightmare.)