Wayne Barrett has been covering Donald Trump since the 1970s. This is from a Democracy Now interview with him last July Barrett's book on Trump is Trump: The Greatest Show on Earth: The Deals, the Downfall, the Reinvention.
AMY GOODMAN: Wayne Barrett, Donald Trump offered you an apartment, the man who’s dogged him for decades?
WAYNE BARRETT:
Well, that was very early. I hadn’t started dogging him yet. That was
to induce me not to dog him. When I started out on the trail of the
Hyatt, I filed a Freedom of Information request with both the state and
the city. And I was at the State Urban Development Corporation offices
reading all the files, which was a table full of documents related to
the Hyatt. And I was alone in a conference room, and the phone starts
ringing in the conference room. I don’t know whether to pick up or not. I
finally pick up.
"Wayne, this is Donald. I understand you’re going to write a story
about me." I never met the guy in my life at that point; it was like we
were old friends. And so, I met with him early in the reporting process.
I always use this with journalism students as an example of what not to
do. If you’re circling—circling a subject, you don’t want to, you know,
go face to face with him, because you never know whether you’re going
to get a second shot. You don’t want to go face to face with him until
you’ve got all of your ducks in a row. But because he interrupted, very
early, the reporting process, I met with him before I really had many of
the ducks in a row, and I could only ask softball questions. He loved
me then.
You know, it was—Ivana was walking around the apartment. It was on a
Saturday or a Sunday; I know it was a weekend. And Ivana’s walking
around the apartment. It’s on Fifth Avenue, but it’s long before Trump
Tower. And, you know, so in the midst of that, I had not told him that I
lived in Ocean Hill-Brownsville, which was then the poorest community
in the City of New York. It would be unfathomable to him that I lived
there by choice, because I wanted to live there. So he said to me,
"Wayne, you don’t have to live in Brownsville. I have plenty of
apartments." And so, then, at another time—it was not at that first
interview, but sometime subsequent to that—he started talking to me
about how he had broken this other journalist by suing him and driving
him into bankruptcy. So it was the carrot and the stick, and they were
both jokes.
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