“Yes, he has won, but his victory is soiled and and has no pride.” So said Aeschylus, the timeless Greek, and so say I, any day that I endure the voice of Trump, a voice I have had in my brain, sadly, since Youth-hood.
It was on the phone. I was twenty and an intern reporter at TIME. Trump was being sued by a hotel chain. I had to call Trump, and ask him about it, and straight away he started calling me “Babe.” It was “Babe” this and “Babe” that. His voice was gold — a veritable sunbath– (or was it a golden shower? let’s add that January 2017).
At any rate, he spoke to me, a 20 year old reporter and he a far older ‘businessman’ as if he and I were oh so close, even intimate. Such is the method of charming insolent un-serious men.
Then I read aloud to him, still on the phone, as a TIME reporter in New York, one of the allegations against him, which I had before me in print in the Affadavit.
You should have felt it. The change in atmosphere — even on the phone — when a man such as he drops his charm.
“You Print That,” Trump told me, “and I’ll Sue You.”
He’d sue me — a 20 year old intern, a Columbia student, an almost girl reading from a legal affadavit that did not please him, did not match his idea of himself….
I wish I could say it was the last time I heard a man turn on a dime. I wish I’d learned my lesson, right then. But now — as a woman far more experienced, as the author of 52 Men (Trump did not make the cut) — now I can say with some confidence:
These men — these charming powerful men of a certain kind – how many times must they reveal themselves before we finally dump them? Keep Trying, I say. Keep trying until it Takes.