Saturday, November 5, 2016

Trump in Hershey PA, and The Return of The Only Man Who Can Save America

It’s the Friday afternoon before the election and I’m watching the pregame YouTube feed for Trump’s Friday evening rally in Hershey, Pennsylvania. The crowd, in t-shirts, and baseball caps, face an empty podium. The camera scans the crowd: most are in their early twenties, all are white, and from what I can gather via the YouTube feed from “Right Side Broadcasting,” there is one woman for about every thirty men. If Bill Clinton became known as the "first Black President" during his 1992 campaign, the look of this crowd could make one think that Donald Trump may be aiming to be the "last White President." I'm not trying to escalate racial tension in this observation, but the crowd does not appear to be in the least bit diverse. As Trump leveraged his celebrity into a Presidential bid, his campaign featured not just Duck Dynasty stars but a handful of conservative pundits and apologists. To what extent has the Trump campaign relied on the nefarious demographic "the silent majority"? Is this a central Pennsylvania fluke, or a larger, rural America Trump-supportin' trend?

I'm watching this through some network I've never heard of; they appear armed with at least a tripod and decent lens, and have sense enough to pump mp3 music over top of the crowd shots, instead of making their YouTube audience listen to the din of the pre-rally babble. When the dust settles as the country rolls on toward the holiday season, there won't be much media left standing. The extent to which the media pandered to the Trump campaign during the early season of this election-- in the name of ratings, as the candidate himself alleged from the stage of a GOP debate-- is its own national shame. Regardless of who wins, the extent of the collusion between the information and the information-getters in the coming years will be unfathomable, unknowable. Remember when Obama promised to be the most transparent administration ever-- and across eight years, we only saw the dwindling role of the White House press corps, the unanswered questions, in which information may or may not have been available-- then, or ever. Will Trump TV be launched while he’s President-elect? Is an American President allowed to operate their own (non-)cable news network? And who in that crowd of thousands, waiting to hear their candidate speak in Hershey, Pennsylvania, is ready for their own program on that network, and become at the very least the next Brett Baier?

The Trump campaign has not eased racial tensions in this country. I believe, through campaign rhetoric and vapid, repeated statements, the work of Donald Trump in his run for the Presidency has not only fanned the flames of existing fires of racial tension, but set ablaze conflicts new and old. A good friend emails two articles: a gut-wrenching tale of skinheads and Nazi salutes in Wal-Mart parking lots (‘My Time Inside the Alt-Right’), and the Newsweek story on Russia’s support for Trump-- including their offering of an explanation as to how the United States Presidential candidate and the foreign power have been playing on the same side. Regardless of who wins the election-- or if there was an election at all-- this country’s relationship with Russia will continue to teeter on the edge of madness.

Trump’s anti-immigration policies, if his contradictions and poorly-explained arguments do qualify as policies, could create the largest catastrophe in the history of the soverign United States-- not because of The Wall, but the hysteria that will come before The Wall. Pennsylvania-- Virginia-- Colorado-- these rural-with-urban-center states are now becoming recognized, if one is to believe the polling, as ‘swing’ states, in which Trump may actually carry a majority of the popular vote. A church in Mississippi burned this week; “Vote Trump” was spray-painted across the brick wall, below the now-burned-out windows. A local CBS affiliate reports on the Kickstarter campaign, having raised $170,000-- far more than the $10,000 the congregation sought. During this Presidential election, Trump has proven to be a bigot, a sexist, and to be resoundingly unfit for the office. He is a danger, but he is being identified as an individual danger. I think it is important to realize the momentum he has delivered to a variety of hate speech groups, and the extent to which he has challenged others to find the courage to ‘look aside’ his horrific treatment of women, let alone his complete lack of experience in government. I believe his election is a danger to this country and a threat to our domestic and international peace. I do not understand-- despite having followed events closely-- how Trump came to power, and took control of the party of Boehner, Cheney, Rove, Nordquist, Bush. Either the GOP is failing at its purpose-- to nominate a vetted and electable candidate-- or they are throwing the game for the other team, intentionally. Perhaps four years of continued obstructionism in a divided Congress would actually be the most profitable outcome for the military-industrial-intel complex: under President Clinton, the Obama legacy of selective and secretive foreign intervention may likely continue. Under President Trump-- an international businessman and maniacal sociopath-- all bets are off.

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I woke up around dawn; the sun was an orange streak in the distant sky. I had been glad when the phone had rung the night before, giving me an easy way out of finishing the grim screed on race relations and the Presidential election. I watched the sunrise; I wanted to be more hopeful. Could Presidents Clinton or Trump invite a national calm, or is the bitterest fight yet to be had? I went outside. The air is getting noticeably colder. The wind howled. The sun rose. The steam from my first cup of coffee seemed to rise more quickly into the crisp air that it had on other mornings. After the day was lit I stood naked in the kitchen looking at the news on my phone: Melania Trump’s appearance in Main Line, Pennsylvania-- coverage provided by the Delaware County Daily Times, but appeared to be a wire story-- two police sargents were horrifically ambushed and attacked in the Bronx; some alleging that FoxNews appeared to have gone silent on the story, once the perpetrator was identified as an outspoken Trump supporter-- the continued standoff in North Dakota at Standing Rock-- the terrible aftermath of a pipeline explosion in Pennsylvania, and the continued debate about a similar pipeline, to be installed directly through my hometown. The wind whipped as the sun went higher; by mid-morning, the wind stayed strong but the day was warming. And then I found the news article that made my day.



Dave Chappelle, one of the 21st century’s first and greatest satirists, had used his Friday night as an opportunity to escalate his re-emergence from obscurity. His Comedy Central program, The Chappelle Show, had become legendary satire on race, gender, and class, but was now dated and out of print; he was, for a brief time, one of the foremost comedians of my generation (perhaps one of the Chappelle Show’s finest moments came in his mock-Nightline segment on a blind, black white supremacist leader and author). Chappelle’s ability to make people-- all segments-- laugh at themselves, and not at others, is the mark of a true comedian. It is a gift George Carlin had, and at times, Howard Stern, but Dave Chappelle may be the person to save us from ourselves during the next Presidential administration. Chappelle has remained principled: he took immense heat for his dropping out of comedy after his tussle with Comedy Central, and it is reassuring not only to know that he is again willing to satirize the political and social mess we face, but that he’s still welcome in the public eye (and not just mine). His falling out with Comedy Central is part of his legend, and might now stand as a credit to his name: in short, he walked away from a dump truck full of money, over control and autonomy of his program.



Chappelle has spent time in 2016 slowly easing back into performance and stand-up, through a series of small-room gigs in NYC. Last night, from the stage of the Cutting Room in New York City, Chappelle turned violently political, gaining the attention of Trump’s son-in-law’s publication, The Observer. While their coverage characterized Chappelle’s set as a tirade against Hillary Clinton, Dave’s keen context for Hillary’s behavior can’t be overlooked. “She’s going to be on a coin someday,” The Observer quoted Chappelle as saying. “And her behavior has not been coin-worthy. She’s not right and we all know she’s not right.” Chappelle also addressed Trump, and not harshly, but rather remarking on his tenacity in weathering the 'grab-her-by-the' interview, which he characterized as being wholly the work of the Clinton campaign. While I’m hesitant to trust The Observer’s contextualization for Chappelle’s onstage comments, given the publication’s obvious bias (while Chappelle made an obviously-funny sexual reference in talking about voting for Hillary, the article implies he did), I trust their quotes from the re-emerging comedian, to an extent that can recognize perhaps our greatest ‘new’ voice towards restoring the Peace and Calm in this country, one that has not been heard from in a very long time. I want to hear his best joke about Hillary's "server"; I want to hear his best joke about Trump (whatever that may be). The sketches on the scant few seasons of the Chappelle Show were incredibly volitile and usually brilliant, challenging any and all definitions of identity, class, and gender.



One example of Chappelle's modern wit came last night as he talked about Anderson Cooper and Martha Radditz’s questioning of Trump during one of the Presidential debates. This fragment was provided inside of the Observer's article, but I am left wishing I had been there, to hear Chappelle in full for myself: 


Something about this was backward. A gay white man and a white woman asking a multi-billionaire how he knows the system is rigged and insisting it’s not. Does that sound right to you? It didn’t seem right to me. And here’s how you know Trump is the most gangsta candidate ever. They asked him how he knows the system is rigged and he said, ‘Because I take advantage of it.’ He may as well have flashed his membership card for the Illuminati right then.

Where ever Dave Chappelle has been during his absent years (with his family and children), he has not been living in a vacuum-- I don't think anyone as smart as Chappelle could ever keep away from the news, the culture, and his status as an important voice, no matter how much he chooses to say. Therefore he is more than relevant; in this age of celebrity, Chappelle appears poised to be as revolutionary as Stephen Colbert became when he graduated from being a mere Daily Show correspondent to hosting his own program. Chappelle mentioned at the Cutting Room that he attended a private gala to celebrate the close of the Obama years, alongside celebs like Usher, Sonia Sotomayor, Donna Brazile, and others. One can imagine Dave's conversations about the future with the elite DC crowd: he has always been an outsider, too parodical and punchy for the mainstream to have ever fully accepted him. But absence has made the heart grow fonder, especially as other comedians fail to provide much more than a solitary charactacture, let alone tackle issues of race, politics, and language, head on, Lenny Bruce style. But as Chappellle rubbed elbows in DC I'm sure he mentioned his upcoming appearance as the host of Saturday Night Live, on the pivotal weekend following the election. As a country, we will be seeking reunification, and no less than a few laughs, and I am glad Dave Chappelle is choosing this moment to re-enter the public sphere. If he does at all: according to the Observer, he told the crowd at the Cutting Room,"You know there’s a pool going on whether or not I show up. I got $100,000 that says I won’t."



Danicki, J. (5 Nov. 2016). "Dave Chappelle..." Observer Media. Retrieved from http://observer.com/2016/11/dave-chappelle-defends-trump-rips-clinton-shes-not-right-and-we-all-know-it/

Making Atlantic City Great Again


When this happened-- at the opening of the Trump Taj Mahal in 1990-- my elementary school was abuzz. 
I grew up across the river from New Jersey; I grew up in the shadow of Donald Trump (or one of them). Long before he was a reality television star, in the 1980s, Trump was a board game, a real estate tycoon, and a chump often parodied by MAD and Cracked magazines-- he was right up there with ET and Hulk Hogan, among my elementary school crowd. His transition from his fame as a real estate mogul into status as a television personality. In the Philadelphia suburbs in the 1980s and 1990s, Trump was a looming presence: his name was synonymous with wealth that none of us expected to see in our lifetimes. I knew Trump best as the man who built the Taj Mahal, the grandiose casino in Atlantic City, that my maternal grandmother raved about ("oh, Chris, it's beautiful," she told me, having attending the Taj's opening weekend in 1990, seven years after construction began, under a different company and owner altogether). As a kid, I recognized Trump as a financial success: my grandmother was more than willing to save her spare change to feed his slot machines over a few weekends a month, and my parents would follow suit in the following decades-- bouncing between comp’d rooms at a number of different AC properties. Buses that ran from the Philadelphia suburbs to the casinos often cost ten or fifteen dollars, but riders were given twenty (or more) dollars in free slot play upon arrival. 



I was ten years old when Trump's operation of the soon-to-be-opened Taj Mahal came into question, as New Jersey statute barred any individual from operating more than three casinos. In response, Trump explained away the conflict, claiming that Resorts, the adjoining property he already owned, would become, in effect, an annex of the larger Taj Mahal complex. Initial construction costs in 1983 were estimated to be around $250 million; according to the Press of Atlantic City, final costs for the Trump Taj Mahal exceeded one billion dollars, and Trump was widely quoted as calling the building the Eigth Wonder of the World. Its gala opening was attended by Merv Griffin, Michael Jackson, and, of course, Trump himself. Within two weeks, New Jersey’s Division of Gaming Enforcement was making daily checks of the casino’s bank accounts, as the place had run so deeply into debt. 

The opening of the the Taj-- Atlantic City's twelfth casino-- The Taj Mahal was the twelfth casino built in Atlantic City; the thirteenth, the Borgota, opened in 2003, but the city’s fiscal high water mark may have already passed by that time. The Taj traded hands but retained Trump’s name, but in the last few months, the situation became increasingly tense. A bankruptcy court ruling dictated changes to the unionized workers’ healthcare policies-- namely, there would be no more employee-paid healthcare-- and the scuffle with the union resulted in the casino’s closure (not without the casino fishing around for tax breaks from the city to stick around). The building closed on October 10, 2016, as union protesters rallied outside. It took workers almost an hour and a half to lock and secure the doors, as they had probably never been locked. One protester took the liberty of locking the building, symbolically as well as literally, from the outside.

Photo by Press of Atlantic City. 

The Trump Taj Mahal was one of the gaudiest and largest gaming resorts ever built. It was a testament to what appeared-- especially to a ten year old-- to be Donald Trump’s financial success. By the time I graduated from high school, construction on the Borgota-- what was to be even more impressive than the Taj-- had begun. After its opening, another casino-- the Revel-- was slated to be built in Atlantic City, on the farthest edge of the city, disconnected from the Boardwalk and all that had come before. Like the Trump Taj Mahal, construction was delayed on the Revel due to financing problems-- namely when backer Morgan Stanley decided to walk away from its $900 million investment halfway through construction in 2010. By 2012, the Revel was open for business but was impossibly in debt (the city said they were owed $12 million in property taxes, and the UNITE HERE union claimed some contractors who helped build the facility were still unpaid, to the tune of over $50 million). The Revel’s bankruptcy filing became inevitable, and happened in 2014. In the few years it was open as the Revel, the place gained an infamous reputation-- not only when a British tourist fell forty feet from the grand escalator, but when NFL star Ray Rice was caught on one of the casino’s security cameras beating up on his girlfriend in one of the hotel elevators. The Revel shut down three days after the Showboat down the block had closed its doors-- its demise not due to a lack of profitability, but that it simply wasn't generating enough profit for the Showboat's owners to consider continuing. 

Unlike the former Hilton Hotel and Casino (which briefly became The Atlantic Club), the Showboat, and Trump Plaza, plans are underway for the rebirth of the Revel casino. In the 1980s, Donald Trump invested heavily in the garish adult experience of feeding coins into a slot machine in an ‘opulent’ environment; by 2007 he had fled the city, leaving behind him a financially decimated community, of mammoth and vacant hulking ‘resorts’ that, for a brief time, were a destination for people my parents’ age, and for people that were, at the time, their parents’ age. Trump helped build Atlantic City, in his awkward and gaudy image; his now-infamous tweet claims he left the city at the right time, and that he “made a lot of money in Atlantic City” before selling off his interests (though allowing his name to be retained in properties’ brandings). In retrospect, Trump’s control of Atlantic City at its peak was larger than life-- larger than anything the Boardwalk had seen previously. The introduction of gambling to the struggling resort town was intended as an economic stimulus-- and it was until it wasn’t. Trump knew when to hold ‘em, and when to fold ‘em, as it were-- or, at the very least, had powerful help in understanding what cards to play when, and how to string along city and state government agencies long enough to be able to cash in all his chips before fleeing for the door. A 2015 ruling by the US Department of Treasury found the Trump Taj Mahal had been negligent-- since its opening in 1990-- in abiding by rules that governed large financial transactions. Consistent disregard for these rules may have allowed “terrorists [...] and other bad actors” to exploit the casino, as a means of money laundering or more. Trump’s ownership and control in his Taj Mahal had long been relinquished; for the Department of Treasury, there was no one left to reprimand, and a substantial fine only compounded the casino’s financial doom. 


The Atlantic City I grew up with represented activities of gluttonous adult privilege (gambling, drinking, cigarette smoking, endless buffets) is dying out. The Revel is slated to open early next year as TEN, under the ownership of a Florida land developer, Glen Straub. Changing the character of the casino culture in Atlantic City, Straub’s long term tenants for the property are installing theaters, a white sand beach, a water park, an endurance bicycle course (in a section of the parking garage), and a ropes course in the main lobby. This would make TEN very different from the intoxicating, smoky cavernous gambling parlors constructed in the city by Donald Trump: when me and my sisters would tag along with my parents, to TropWorld (later to become Tropicana), the only recreation inside the resort for those under 21 was swimming in the pool and getting fat at the buffet. The vision for the reborn Revel casino appears to be very different than what Trump built in Atlantic City; if one wanted to intellectualize the history of Atlantic City, one could trace the development and investment in what Robert Putnam named “social capital” (“Financial capital - the wherewithal for mass marketing - has steadily replaced social capital - that is, grassroots citizen networks - as the coin of the realm”). Of course re-investment in the re-opening and re-branding of a closed casino in a town full of closed casinos isn’t necessarily what Putnam had in mind. But as the election hurdles onward, into the final 48 hours, I am struck by my nostalgia for even those scant moments from childhood, spent in the swimming pool with my sisters and mother, splashing around at TropWorld. The grim reality is coming into focus: the man who I learned of through parody in MAD magazine and through his appearances on the Howard Stern show, the land developer responsible for the construction of one of the few Wonders of the World my grandmother would ever see in her lifetime, this man who made Atlantic City Great Again and fled town like any crooked shyster, has more than a chance at becoming the President of the United States. I do not understand how his background has allowed him to emerge as the GOP front runner; I understand less how that party-- seemingly united for eight years in do-nothing opposition to Obama-- allowed Trump to rise to power, and why critiques of his vision of “American values” hasn’t been more widely discussed, critiqued, and downright ridiculed. While Robert Putnam had higher goals in mind when he outlined his definition of "social capital," the phrase-- in Trump's America-- might best be oversimplified as the difference between spending hours getting drunk at a bank of slot machines in the dimly-lit smoking section of the Trump Taj Mahal, and spending hours at an all-ages water park beside the ocean. 



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