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Washington — HE won’t pivot. So I have to.
Having
seen Donald Trump as a braggadocious but benign celebrity in New York
for decades, I did not regard him as the apotheosis of evil. He seemed
more like a toon, a cocky huckster swanning around Gotham with a
statuesque woman on his arm and skyscrapers stamped with his brand. I
certainly never would have predicted that the Trump name would be
uttered in the same breath as Hitler, Mussolini and scary menace, even
on such pop culture staples as “The Bachelorette.”
Trump
jumped into the race with an eruption of bigotry, ranting about Mexican
rapists and a Muslim ban. But privately, he assured people that these
were merely opening bids in the negotiation; that he was really the same
pragmatic New Yorker he had always been; that he would be a flexible,
wheeling-and-dealing president, not a crazy nihilist like Ted Cruz or a
mean racist like George Wallace. He yearned to be compared to Ronald
Reagan, a former TV star who overcame a reputation for bellicosity and
racial dog whistles to become the most beloved Republican president of
modern times.
Trump
was applying his business cunning, Twitter snarkiness and bendy
relationship with the truth to his new role as a Republican pol. The
opposition was unappetizing: Cruz, a creepy, calculating ideologue;
Marco Rubio, a hungry lightweight jettisoning his old positions and
mentor; Chris Christie, a vindictive bully; Jeb Bush, a
past-his-sell-by-date scion.
When
Trump pulled back the curtain on how Washington Republicans had been
stringing their voters along for years with bold promises, like
repealing Obamacare, that they knew had no chance, it was a rare
opportunity to see them called out. And when Trump was blunt about how
cheaply you could buy and sell politicians in both parties, it made this
town squirm.
His
obnoxious use of ethnicity only exposed the fact that Republicans had
been using bigotry against minorities and gays to whip up voters for
decades. The G.O.P. would love to drop Trump now because it prefers a
candidate in the party’s more subtle racist traditions. (Or even a
candidate savvy enough to heap disdain on the 47 percent of government
freeloaders at a ritzy fund-raiser without having a bartender tape it
and leak it.)
The
neocons calling Trump a fascist would certainly prefer a more
militaristic candidate. Trump realized the Iraq war was misbegotten long
before much of the media cognoscenti in New York, and he was willing to
hold W. accountable for being asleep at the switch before 9/11 and
using a bait-and-switch on Iraq. Even though he ranted about the press,
he was also far more available to the media than the cloaked Hillary
Clinton, who has yet to give a news conference this year. But he
undermines his accessibility when he incites nastiness against reporters
at his rallies and revokes The Washington Post’s credentials for a
headline he doesn’t like.
Before
his campaign became infused with racial grievance, victimhood and
violence, Trump told me, “I have fun with life and I understand life and
I want to make life better for people.” If he had those better angels,
he didn’t listen to them. Seduced by the roar of the angry crowd, Trump
kept dishing out racially offensive comments about “my
African-American,” a black man he spotted at a California rally; the
“Mexican” judge on the Trump University case; and the “Afghan” who
committed the atrocities in Orlando. Mitt Romney is right that Trump’s
rhetoric causes “trickle-down racism” and misogyny. The Washington Post
had a front-page story on Friday about the vulgarities freely directed
at Hillary Clinton by men and women at Trump rallies.
Trump
told me he could act like the toniest member of high society when he
wanted, and he would as soon as he dispatched his G.O.P. rivals. He said
his narcissism would not hinder him as he morphed into a leader. But he
can’t stop lashing out and doesn’t get why that turns people against
him. Everything is filtered through his ego. He reacted to Orlando not
as a tragedy so much as a chance to brag about “the congrats” he got for
“being right on radical Islamic terrorism.”
The
presumptive but now tenuous nominee seemed bereft at a Dallas rally on
Thursday night when he could no longer brag about his polls, which are
shattering records for negativity. Finally, on Friday, Trump couldn’t
stop himself from tweeting out a poll, even though it was one that
showed him behind Hillary.
Trump has made his campaign all about his ability to win. So if he stops winning, what’s his raison d’être?
Trump’s
pledges to release his tax returns and to surround himself with an
A-team fell through. A month after his hostile takeover of the
Republican party, he’s got a skeletal operation a few floors below his
office suite in Trump Tower.
Trump
shocked himself by shooting to the top of the Republican heap. It was
like watching a bank robber sneak into a bank, only to find all the
doors unlocked. But like Dan Quayle and Sarah Palin, Trump refused to
study up on policy. So he has been unable to marry his often canny
political instincts with some actual knowledge.
He
has made some fair points. A lot of our allies do take advantage of us.
Our trade deals have left swaths of America devastated. And it was a
positive move to propose a meeting with the N.R.A. on gun control for
people on the terrorist watch list. But his fair points are getting
outnumbered by egregious statements and nutty insinuations, like
suggesting that President Obama is tolerant of ISIS attacks, an echo of
the kooky birther campaign that he led, suggesting that Obama wasn’t
qualified to be president.
Now Trump’s own behavior is casting serious doubt on whether he’s qualified to be president.
