How Did Trump Happen?

As the key engaged the heavy deadbolt, a loud clank was emitted and the solid steel doors opened the locked ward of the LA County Psychiatric Hospital. That sound and the antiseptic smell of the unit still linger 35 years later, as I walked across the threshold, as a third year medical student, ensconced in my newly pressed white coat and brand new Washington Therapeutics manual.  A large muscular man was leaning on a table brooding and muttering to himself. The psychiatry resident pointed to him and asked me to take a psychiatric history. “He took a bus from Illinois and was arrested on the 405 Freeway while attacking cars on the off ramp with a crowbar.” After eliciting some grunting responses and “God directed me” responses to my clinical questions, I abandoned my medical questioning. “Send him to my office and I’ll demonstrate how to perform a psychiatric history,” my instructor demanded. Summoning the patient into the small office, I sensed a catastrophe in the making. Turning over the psychiatrist’s desk and chairs and uttering a string of expletives in rapid fashion, he stormed out of the room.  The resident paused for a minute and then observed, “That guy is dangerous. F**k the history. Double his haloperidol dose.”

This moment in my medical training recurs in my mind as I watched for the past 3 ½ years at the news correspondents’ quizzical looks as they tried to respond to Donald Trump’s ever increasing disjointed communication.  While my patient in the county psych ward communicated with violent behavior, he nonetheless was unable to express a coherent on-topic conversation that mirrors reality like Donald Trump.  As the evidence mounts of Trump’s psychopathology,  supported by Ivy League and family embedded mental health specialists, the parallel becomes more realistic.

How can you account for the election and sustained authority of a man that has no appreciation for reality, no empathy and no problem solving ability? Three concepts are critical, in my opinion: 1) The firewall of falsehoods that support politics and insulate the economic, profit motive for governance; 2) the pseudo-reality of 7 decades of television watching; 3) the inability of rational people to respond to a psychotic dialogue.

The political firewall of falsehood is particularly thick in our early education. We learn that Thomas Jefferson, the author of the Declaration of Independence and the third president of the United States is a great American, however educators skim over his ownership of slaves.  Andrew Jackson, our “people’s president” and victor over the British in New Orleans during the War of 1812, was also the architect of the forced removal and slaughter of the Cherokee from Georgia despite two Supreme Court rulings against its legality.  Various wars fought in the name of preserving the American way of life were often a subterfuge for economic gain. The latter was particularly relevant for me during the Vietnam War, as my generation was drafted and conducted the war at the bequest of past presidents, including the corrupt Richard Nixon. The firewall called the war effort to “prevent the spread of communism” and contain China and Russia from world domination.  These pseudo-facts were debunked by Southeast Asian historical scholars and disseminated in political science courses during my college years and validated by the subsequent arc of history.  Profits and employment opportunities in the U.S. were the nested reasons for this conflict. Lobbyists dominate political decision making and mask the true reason for congressional and presidential decision making. When one does break the firewall of mendacity and falls on the other side, the lure of profiteering can steer you back to the wrong side. No wonder, during my one Vietnam era protest in Washington, I was warned by relatives that this could harm my future employment in Wall Street financial firms. It was hard to contest the Trump supporter’s claim that “all politicians lie.”

Television was the final coup de grace that catapulted Trump into the White House. The lack of critical thinking is pervasive in our society and television has obliterated the lines of news and entertainment. Early television could still cling to morality and group cooperation (think Father Knows Best and Gilligan’s Island). “Reality” shows that masquerade as truth created a fictional narrative that viewers accepted without reservation. Without The Apprentice, Donald wouldn’t have had the political on-ramp he enjoyed.  While all who worked with Trump in the real world of construction and media declared him a fraud, he was on television and they must be mistaken.

In summary, rational people brought up on falsehoods, ensconced in Reality TV  for a number of years combined with protective self-talk when confronted with uncomfortable behavior from elected leaders, begin to accept and adapt to irrational discourse and actions. Consequently, they excuse or ignore it.

So the narrative goes as follows: Yes, he tells lies, but don’t all politicians do the same (the firewall of falsehood) and he’s a competent businessman, it says so on television. The psychosis element is dismissed by either: 1) not dealing with it (think of how many people avoid the homeless);  2) he couldn’t be in his position with a diagnosis of mental illness.

Mental illness that erupts into violent and dangerous behavior is easy to discern and react to swiftly with isolating the perpetrator from society.  That was easy to understand in my early days of training. Like the frog slowly boiled in hot water,  we have as a society built a firewall from truth, televised abnormal behavior into entertainment and have been trained to look away and excuse or normalize statements of question or actions by leaders when confronted with uncomfortable behaviors.  My Uncle Jack use to respond to all inexplicable government driven situations with, “It’s Fixed.”  I think he is correct, but it is up to us to fix the fix.

Portland Exposed

Asian Dumplings from Afuri Ramen and Dumplings

Xylophone Recital at the Trailblazer Game

Multnomah Falls

One of the perks of retirement is opening up a map, seeing a destination you’ve never been to and then booking it. I had never been to Portland and was curious if it’s reputation as a city of second chances, a foodie haven, a city planning Mecca or a hiking haven was reality. So with the help of Costco Travel Services, I journeyed to the Pacific Northwest for a fact finding mission. 

After touching down at the Portland Airport, the expected nightmare of big city surface transportation began. Would it be Uber/Lyft at a cost approaching the price of the plane ticket or a New York City Taxi $80-$100 price from JFK/Newark to Manhattan? To my surprise, the trip to the inner city involved use of the ubiquitous light rail (MAX). At $1.25 for a senior citizen and $2.50 for an adult it allowed a stress free ½ hour commute close to the doorstep of our hotel in downtown Portland. The light rail went about to every important destination in the city environs. The Embassy Suites was our destination abode. Formerly, The Multnomah Hotel, it had hosted the iconic Elvis Presley, Charles Lindbergh and all presidents from Teddy Roosevelt to Richard Nixon.

The sign “Keep Portland Weird” was a few blocks from the hotel and it wasn’t long before I encountered support for its message. It was on a subsequent rail experience, an elderly male with a thinning hairline and walker entered our car clutching a flask of vodka. “I honor the Ten Commandments but I can’t love my neighbor more than myself,” he exclaimed as he swigged from his flask. A dark haired man with an earring engaged him in debate of the Ten Commandments, later joined by a guy carting a bicycle on the train who also participated. As the vodka bottle was passed around to the discussants, I realized I was witnessing a Portland exclusive.

The cuisine in downtown Portland was eclectic but stellar. As craft beer had revitalized the brewing industry, Voodoo Donuts had the imprimatur of craft donuts. I went into dessert nirvana with “Old Dirty Bastard,” a donut with fudge and peanut butter capped with an Oreo-cookie dusting. The dumplings at Afuri Ramen and Dumpling, a Tokyo based Ramen restaurant were also divine. The noodle experience was accompanied with a peak into the future because artificial intelligent iPads substituted for waiters. 

To our delight, the Trailblazers were at home hosting the San Antonio Spurs in our second day in Portland. I had always wondered why my Lakers had such a difficult time in Portland, even when they had championship caliber teams. A trip to the Moda Center provided some clues. It was a Thursday night and the place was packed. A portly fan two rows up started a “Let’s Go Blazers” chant well before the singing of the national anthem. The crowd was warmed up with a swarm of 5th graders playing rhythm xylophone followed by the governor of Oregon presenting a certificate of appreciation to the team on its 50th year anniversary. The game was close and the fans were so vocal it felt like game 7 of the NBA Finals. On our light rail trip back to the hotel, a long term fan explained the phenomena in personal terms. “I’m a recovering alcoholic, been sober for 7 years and a ticket holder that long. The basketball team is all we have.” 

As a neophyte Portland tourist, the next stop was a popular destination, the Pittock Mansion. This was an early 20th century home built by Henry Pittock, the successful editor of the Oregonian. Overlooking the Williamette River and surrounded by Oregonian Pines, it was a beacon of 20th century ingenuity and a magnificent home. While I was wandering past the fine silks, wondered how a newspaper editor could amass a fortune. I came across a clue. Henry Winslow Corbett, the senator from Oregon, had provided a cash infusion to the paper in 1872 averting bankruptcy and temporarily taking control of the city newspaper. Corbett made his initial fortune by selling farm equipment and dry goods to the farmers and families newly arrived from the Oregon Trail. When the San Francisco merchants raised their prices during the California Gold Rush, Corbett was able to undercut their prices and achieve market share. You could say he was the Pacific Northwest Walmart of the 19th century! He used the paper’s influence to back  the successful campaign of Rutherford B. Hayes, the Republican candidate for President in 1876. With political influence, both Corbett and Pittock went on to amass a fortune in banking and real estate.

The Portland experience was not complete until we took an excursion down the Columbia River Gorge. Multiple waterfalls grace the shoulders of the Columbia River Scenic Highway. We stopped at the 627 foot Multnomah Falls, the largest waterfall in Oregon. It was spotted by Lewis and Clark in 1805 and does not disappoint. Hiking was challenging during the winter due to muddy trails but swathed in a conifer blanket, the ascent was still exhilarating.

If natural beauty, great food, a workable transit system and NBA basketball is your thing, I encourage you to seek out the Portland high.