May 7, 2024
Donald Trump’s Unhinged Reality Show Gets Another Season

Donald Trump’s Unhinged Reality Show Gets Another Season

On Monday afternoon, Donald Trump’s son Eric posted a tweet to his four million followers. “Watching the plane . . . from the plane,” he wrote, attaching a P.O.V. image from inside his father’s private jet, where a shiny-wood-panelled television was showing footage (from Fox News, natch) of the Trump-branded plane he was sitting on, readying for takeoff at the Palm Beach International Airport. Given the circumstances of the trip, Eric Trump’s tweet felt a bit too “Look, Dad, we’re on TV”-gleeful, but he wasn’t wrong to acknowledge the spectacle, which was only just beginning. This was a big day not just for the Trump family but for the entire nation: the first time in history that an American President had been called to face criminal charges. Trump’s passage from Mar-a-Lago to Manhattan, an antihero’s journey that traversed our country’s Eastern corridor, was feverishly followed by major news organizations and meticulously documented on the three “T”s of social media: Twitter, Truth Social, and TikTok.

Eric Trump’s words also captured something else about his father’s indictment, which, despite its historic and political significance, also felt notable for its hall-of-mirrors-like quality. This may be Biden’s America, but once again we were in Trump-land, a place that has long been defined by its seemingly endless simulacra: the constant loop of memes and clips and posts that come ever closer to replacing actual events as they are happening, making us into observers instead of conscious actors in a shared reality. In a sense, we were all watching the plane from the plane. And it’s hard to imagine that Trump wasn’t at least a tiny bit thrilled by this return to the media spotlight, much like a fired reality-TV star who has been invited to make a guest appearance on a later season of a show. Rolling Stone reported that, although Alvin Bragg, the Manhattan District Attorney, offered Trump the possibility of a private arraignment on Zoom, the former President nonetheless chose a high-profile midday surrender to the court. As Warren Beatty once said, of his onetime girlfriend Madonna, “She doesn’t want to live off-camera.”

For better or for worse (likely the latter), Trump’s thirst for being watched has always been matched by our perhaps even greater thirst for watching. And so I was predictably sucked in, first by the aerial shots of Trump’s motorcade making its way from his Mar-a-Lago estate to the airport in West Palm Beach, reminiscent, in speed and scale, of the O. J. Simpson white Bronco chase, and, in aesthetic, of a funeral procession, with its long line of black S.U.V.s. Then there was the Trump plane’s takeoff, paired with a CNN anchor’s solemn narration. As the former President’s red-white-and-blue jet rose into the air, the anchor described Trump’s return to New York as a homecoming unlike what he ever would have imagined or wanted, while still being one that “he’s doing and one that he is trying to make the most of”—a phrasing that led me to imagine the former President squeezing in some shopping and lunch with the girls in SoHo after his visit to the Lower Manhattan courthouse. Meanwhile, outside Trump Tower, in Midtown, where another motorcade would eventually drop Trump off for an overnight stay at his triplex, before picking him up again on Tuesday afternoon to take him to his arraignment, there seemed to be more press and lookie-loos than either MAGA supporters or #resistance liberals.

We’re used to seeing the hubbub surrounding former Presidents, and in that respect Trump’s arraignment, an event of pomp and bad circumstance, felt like Opposite Day. Armed with all the motorcades and private jets and Secret Service men in the world, he was returning to New York not to attend a state funeral, stump for a party mate, or open a Presidential library (as if) but to turn himself in to law enforcement. Then again, this was all perfectly in line with Trump’s wild-and-wooly Opposite Day Presidential tenure, of which I was keenly reminded by the absolute freak show that awaited him at the Manhattan Criminal Courthouse on Tuesday.

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