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True Story: My Meeting with Donald Trump
November 12, 2016  | By Bill Brioux  | 1 comment

Because he was the host of a reality show, I met and interviewed president elect Donald Trump on a few occasions. Here is what happened on one of them:

In 2010, I was in Manhattan interviewing the hosts of the real estate reality show Selling New York. I had a day to kill, and I suggested to the network publicists who were paying for my trip that I’d be happy to work another story while I was in the Big Apple.

A call came back: make your way to the Trump Tower; the host of The Apprentice will see you at 10:30 a.m.

I was surprised. Isn’t this billionaire big shot too busy for a TV reporter from Canada?  Still, when Trump says come on over, you jump.

When you enter the Fifth Avenue landmark, there’s a line of uniformed security personnel inside who check you out like you’re going through customs. I was waved through and told to head for the 26th floor. Emerging from the elevator, I was politely told to take a seat in a waiting area. The first thing you notice is that everything inside is plated in what looks like gold. It reminded me of some of the disco ballrooms-turned-comedy clubs I worked with Pat Bullock when we were doing stand-up in the ’80s. (Queasy thought: the Lincoln bedroom is soon going to look more like the Lincoln Towncar bedroom.)

The second is the spectacular view out the window looking past the majestic Plaza Hotel and north over beautiful Central Park. Trump’s daily view is of his kingdom was right out his window.

Rhona Graff, seen on The Apprentice, ushered me into his office. It was a large, messy room with photos, dozens of signed footballs and helmets plus various trophies and other celebrity mementos. They were spread all over the floors along the big window walls. It looked like he was getting ready for a gaudy garage sale.

Trump was his usual tall, tanned, robust self, 64 at the time and looking a decade younger. He went directly into his charm offensive, saying he had checked me out with his friends at NBC and they told him if he spoke with one reporter from Canada, I was the guy.

You know you’re being played, but still you’re amazed he’d even go to that trouble. You feel, as Norman Mailer once wrote about being flattered by Muhammad Ali, like a dog that has just been petted by his master and immediately has to pee.

Trump sat behind his large wooden desk with his back to the window. I sat way down in one of three red chairs facing him. They seemed a foot shorter than his perch.

He drew me in with chatty, off-the-record banter. He asked me questions.

Then came the hard sell. The new season of The Apprentice was going to be “Yooge.” This was not that long after the deep recession of 2008 and the focus was more aspirational, more about the contestants raising funds for charity. Trump promised bigger names when the next celebrity edition aired early in 2011.

Times were tough, Trump told me, but don’t expect him to get soft with contestants. He still fires people and he still makes them earn it. Tough times call for tough people, he said.

He had heard things were better in Canada where mortgage lending was more strenuously regulated. He said Trump Tower in Toronto — subject to later lawsuits from unhappy tenants — was “on course” and then quickly changed the subject. We talked about the late Joan Rivers, one of his show’s biggest winners (“she’s tough”), David Letterman (“great guy”) and the war in Afghanistan (“a mess”).

He had already been making noises about running for president. Few took him seriously, certainly not me. He felt China was playing the United States for suckers and was already ranting about building a wall between The U.S. and Mexico.

What about a wall between Canada and the U.S., I asked. “We don’t need it,” he answered. “We like you people.”

My 15 minutes were up. Trump cheerfully posed for a photo; I felt I needed proof that this really happened. His associate Rhona Graff snapped the shot, which turned out to be about as focused as my conversation with Trump.

I said goodbye and headed down the elevator and onto the street. It was there I realized I had left my recorder running on his desk.

Back I went, through security, up to the 26th floor. The executive assistant waved me in. Trump had two guys in the red chairs and I was interrupting a meeting.

“That old trick,” chided Trump,” who grinned and handed me the still running recorder.

I went back down to the lobby and out onto the street. I ducked into a doorway, held the recorder up to my ear and pressed play. I was hoping to hear Trump ordering a hit on some business associate or discussing a tax dodge with his evil accountants. I thought I had something “Yooge.”

Instead it was, “How is your wife Betty? And the kids? Please give them all my regards.” It was the most banal, harmless banter ever. It was Trump doing what he does best.

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