Trump: The prodigal profligate son has come home
His return is personal for all of us New Yorkers.
Journalism is too opaque and misunderstood. Chills gives a behind-the-scenes look at how dangerous investigative journalism gets made.
Tawny gold and lots of glass — a monument to money for money’s sake. This is what I remember as a child who walked past Trump Tower too many times: the glimmer of greed.
Nothing and everything has changed since the hideous building opened on 5th Avenue in 1983. As a businessman, Donald Trump was a disaster then, as he is now — he’s filed for a minimum of six bankruptcies. As a former president, he retains a hold on the world and seems to want to use that to validate and encourage armed groups and their bigotry. But before all that, there was “The Donald,” the guy who would do anything for a buck or a headline.
In his early days as a daddy-funded realtor in Queens, he carried on the family’s dirty real estate dealings. The Justice Department even sued father and son over their discriminatory policies at Trump residential buildings, where Black people were often banned.
“My legacy has its roots in my father’s legacy,” Trump told The Washington Post in 2015.
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