Why I Broke Up With Donald Trump.
At 16, I wanted to marry Donald Trump. I was in my last year of high school and I did many book reports on the man (based on his book The Art Of The Deal) and on his character (based on unauthorized biographies). At the time, Donald Trump was Mister New York. He isn’t anymore. Today, Jay-Z, Robert De Niro, A-Rod and Derek Jeter and maybe Carmelo Anthony (if he starts delivering) arguably share the title of Mister New York.
Fast-forward to years later when Trump lost a big chunk of his fortune in a series of bad deals. In an interview, he recalled how at that time, bankers wouldn’t return his calls. But, just like in the movies and just how Americans love it, Trump had a stellar comeback as he detailed in his book The Art of The Comeback. By that time, my crush had started to fade. Not because he had lost his fortune. Au contraire: Trump had become an underdog and I loved that. Instead, I fell out of love partly because it was now apparent the man was obsessed with his name and also because a friend of mine had stopped frequenting Trump’s Mar-A-Lago Club after noticing how there were very few Jews and Blacks. Unimpressive.
In recent years, Donald Trump reinvented himself as a television heavyweight with his show The Apprentice. I was a big fan of its first edition then slowly tuned-off until the most recent incarnation of the show which boasts a cast that is a who’s who of crazy Black women, thanks to Star Jones, Nene Leakes, Latoya Jackson and Dionne Warwick. It’s my guilty pleasure and I can’t say that I’m proud of that.
But almost even worse then building a stage for a possible regression of the Civil Rights Movement, the Trumpster now has his eyes on the White House. Through a series of calculated television appearances, Trump has hinted he may run for President of the United States in 2012. He’s a citizen so he has that right. But what I do despise is his incessant criticism of President Obama. Not that some of President Obama’s policies and stands aren’t without faults – some are – but Trump’s main attack is the same as those of birthers who question Barack Obama’s citizenship. Huh? Still? If such request had been made of past American Presidents then I wouldn’t be disgusted but it never was. Thus here ends our relationship, Donald. It’s been real.
The last straw. The Donald on The View:
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Cheryl Tjok-A-Tam
March 28, 2011This level of ignorance unfortunately is not a first…how terribly disappointing.
Cheryl Tjok-A-Tam
March 28, 2011…by the way….when I was 16 I wanted to marry Robert DeNiro and swore that Bananarama wrote that song with me in mind…at 40 and regardless of his age today, I am still committed.
Chichi Kix
April 18, 2011I agree. I find myself wondering if he’s always been this way and I didn’t notice, or if there was a change or trauma that I missed in recent years.
Birthers shock me in general, but I often associate them with people who are sheltered or uneducated. Blown away with the ignorance he displayed here.
Would much rather have him on the Apprentice than in the White House, but I’m hopeful that will never happen. Actually, I’m praying it won’t. Celebrity Apprentice makes my Sunday night.