“Yes, he has won, but his victory is soiled and and has no pride.” So said Aeschylus, and so say I, any day that I hear the voice of Trump, a voice I have had in my brain, since my youth.
It was on the phone. I was twenty and an intern reporter at TIME. Trump was being sued by a hotel chain. I called to ask Trump about it, and straight away he started calling me “Babe.” It was “Babe” this and “Babe” that and an occasional “doll.” His voice was a sunbath.
Then I read aloud to him one of the allegations against him, which I had before me in an Affadavit.
You should have felt it — the change in atmosphere.
“You Print That,” Trump told me, and I’ll Sue You.”
I wish I could say it was the last time I heard a man turn on a dime. But now — as a woman more experienced — see 52 Men –I can say with confidence: such is the method of charming insolent un-serious men.
And these men — men of a certain kind – how many times must they reveal themselves before we remember their true selves? We must keep trying, I say. Keep trying until it Takes.