Saturday, May 20, 2017

What Would His Father Say?


Donald Trump is dismantling his presidency. That doesn't surprise Tony Schwartz, who ghosted The Art Of The Deal. Schwartz writes:

Three decades ago, I spent nearly a year hanging around Trump to write his first book, The Art of the Deal, and got to know him very well. I spent hundreds of hours listening to him, watching him in action and interviewing him about his life. For me, none of what he has said or done over the past four months as president comes as a surprise.

Early on, I recognized that Trump’s sense of self-worth is forever at risk. When he feels aggrieved, he reacts impulsively and defensively, constructing a self-justifying story that doesn’t depend on facts and always directs the blame to others.

Trump's talent for self immolation is at the core of his personality. Ir goes back to what it meant to be Fred Trump's son:

Trump’s worldview was profoundly and self-protectively shaped by his father. “I was drawn to business very early, and I was never intimidated by my father, the way most people were,” is the way I wrote it in the book. “I stood up to my father and he respected that. We had a relationship that was almost businesslike.”

To survive, I concluded from our conversations, Trump felt compelled to go to war with the world. It was a binary, zero-sum choice for him: You either dominated or you submitted. You either created and exploited fear or you succumbed to it — as he thought his older brother had. This narrow, defensive worldview took hold at a very early age, and it never evolved. “When I look at myself today and I look at myself in the first grade,” he told a recent biographer, “I’m basically the same.” His development essentially ended in early childhood.

So we have a president who must go to war with everyone to preserve his self image. He has preserved it at great cost:

Trump was equally clear with me that he didn’t value — nor even necessarily recognize — the qualities that tend to emerge as people grow more secure, such as empathy, generosity, reflectiveness, the capacity to delay gratification or, above all, a conscience, an inner sense of right and wrong. Trump simply didn’t traffic in emotions or interest in others. The life he lived was all transactional, all the time. Having never expanded his emotional, intellectual or moral universe, he has his story down, and he’s sticking to it.

And, because he sticks to his story, facts don't matter:

A key part of that story is that facts are whatever Trump deems them to be on any given day. When he is challenged, he instinctively doubles down — even when what he has just said is demonstrably false. I saw that countless times, whether it was as trivial as exaggerating the number of floors at Trump Tower or as consequential as telling me that his casinos were performing well when they were actually going bankrupt. In the same way, Trump sees no contradiction at all in changing his story about why he fired Comey and then undermining the explanatory statements of his aides, or in any other lie he tells. His aim is never accuracy; it’s domination.

When things go south, he refuses to recognize what is happening. Like a drug addict, he ignores the downturns and seeks the next high:

Any addiction has a predictable pattern — the addict keeps chasing the high by upping the ante in an increasingly futile attempt to re-create the desired state. From the very first time I interviewed him in his office in Trump Tower in 1985, the image I had of Trump was that of a black hole. Whatever goes in quickly disappears without a trace. Nothing sustains. It’s forever uncertain when someone or something will throw Trump off his precarious perch — when his sense of equilibrium will be threatened and he’ll feel an overwhelming compulsion to restore it. Beneath his bluff exterior, I always sensed a hurt, incredibly vulnerable little boy who just wanted to be loved.

That little boy is now seventy years old. And he has been ignoring the downturns all his life. It has been one downturn after another. But he refuses to recognize them, because -- what would his father say?

Image: Evening Standard

9 comments:

Lorne said...

I would say that Schwartz understands Trump very, very well, Owen. That the people chose him to be president is surely an indication of America's intellectual and moral decline.

Owen Gray said...

You've written a great deal about the inability of people to think critically, Lorne. During the election, Schwartz warned Americans that Trump would be a disaster as president. Obviously, they paid no attention to what Schwartz told them.

Dana said...

"Beneath his bluff exterior, I always sensed a hurt, incredibly vulnerable little boy who just wanted to be loved."

Oh the poor thing. No wonder he acts out, the poor little guy. What an awful man his father must have been to the poor little guy.

How many times does this "sad little boy" shit have to get trotted out before it's recognized for the misdirection tactic it is.

Suddenly everyone is imagining this little ginger haired boy with sad eyes tugging at his daddy's trouser leg.

Don't think of an elephant.

Trump is a sociopathic narcissist. Trump has always been a sociopathic narcissist. Even when he was tugging on his sociopathic narcissist father's trouser leg.

It's a goddamn good thing there isn't a real Hitler or Stalin coming down the pipes today. One who wouldn't hesitate to send the tanks or the planes. Because I don't think modern liberals have the jam to man any barricades. Such a thing as the International Brigades of the Spanish Civil War would absolutely not happen today.

Because, as everyone knows, Franco was a very sad little boy.

Owen Gray said...

Apparently, Dana, Franco was -- outwardly at least -- very religious.

Dana said...

Most of history's tyrants were religious. Religion provides good cover for sociopathy.

Owen Gray said...

Lots of ugly things have been done in God's name, Dana.

Dana said...

Depends on which god you're talking about. Jehovah? This one's been personally responsible for a lot of carnage. Thor? Yeah. Mammon? More than the rest of them. Baal?

Junk fable.

Owen Gray said...

The god of Convenience, Dana.

liberalandlovingit! said...

Dana? "...modern libs don't have the jam to man the barricades..."?
That's why it's our turn. The future is female. I hope...