I’m not going to read Omarosa Manigault Newman’s book on her life inside the Trump White House. You can if you want to.
Books like that are meant to shock the reader and reveal the “true inside story,” but frankly if we’re talking about the Trump folks, all you have to do is listen to the news if you want shock, and it has nothing to do with tanning beds or Trump’s overt racism. The way they’re dealing with voting rights, immigration, the environment, our allies, and trade is a lot more damning than what is revealed in a gossip’s tale.
Ms. Manigault Newman can write whatever she wants; it’s still a free country — for now. And our capitalist system will reward her with its judgment through the sales of her tales; either they fly off the shelves or they’re on the $5 a copy table by Christmas. But nothing she reveals will change anything in the Trump White House, so whatever her point was in writing it will be lost on the people she wrote about, and all we’ll be left with is that her name is the answer to a trivia question in a couple of years.
Frankly, if this book was researched, sourced, and reported to the level of something like that written by Woodward and Bernstein it still wouldn’t make a difference. Trump and his minions will keep on doing what they do; shame and exposure actually energize them. After all, if cabinet members and cronies can rip off the system and call in insider trading moves from the south lawn of the White House, what difference will the news that Trump uses the N-word make?