Ethics in political journamalism panel
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This kind of seems like a big story if you think about it, which I realize is a cognitive operation that the entire infotainment culture is designed to avoid:
After losing the 2020 election, former President Donald Trump reportedly told aides he wouldn’t physically leave the White House in efforts to keep incoming President Joe Biden from taking over.
A new book by New York Times reporter Maggie Haberman details new revelations on the final days of Trump’s presidency.
In reporting provided to CNN from the book by Haberman, Trump repeatedly told aides following his election loss that he would refuse to leave the White House.
In Haberman’s book, “Confidence Man: The Making of Donald Trump and the Breaking of America,” she reports that Trump told one aide, “I’m just not going to leave.” . . .
Haberman, who is also a CNN contributor, reported Trump quizzed nearly everyone around him on how to stay in power. Among those he reportedly asked was the valet who brought him a Diet Coke when Trump pressed a red button on his Oval Office desk.
Haberman said Trump’s son-in-law and advisor, Jared Kushner, was reluctant to confront him over the election loss.
Kushner encouraged a group of aides to go to the White House and brief Trump. When asked why he was not attending the briefing, Kushner likened it to a deathbed scene, saying, “The priest comes later.”
Given the nature of researching and writing political exposes, Maggie Haberman has known for at least a year and probably longer that the president of the United States was telling his aides in the wake of the election he lost that he wasn’t going to leave the White House, despite losing the election. Literally.
But she didn’t report this information to the public because she was saving it for her book.
How is this in any way OK?
I suppose the most cromulent answer is that hey nobody cares anyway, this is just Trump being Trump, not some sort of actual political crisis, which is why it’s barely even a news story now that it’s been revealed, leaving me with nothing to say and you in your autumn sweater.
Or something.