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O N OCTO B E R 2, 198 4 —the year Donald Trump was opening his
first casino, Harrah’s at Trump Plaza, in Atlantic City—the media
scholar Neil Postman gave the keynote address at the Frankfurt Book
Fair. The fair’s theme, befitting the title year of George Orwell’s
1984, was “Orwell in the year 2000.”
“The choice of this theme is a mistake,” Postman said. “To be
precise, it is half of a mistake.” Orwell’s nightmare of totalitarian
thought control was, he said, applicable in about half the world, par-
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ticularly the Soviet Bloc. But in the West, he argued, another warning
was more apt: Aldous Huxley’s, in Brave New World. In Huxley’s
dystopia, the people were controlled not by force and propaganda
but by pleasure—games, drugs, and phenomenally immersive enter-
tainments. “Orwell thought we would be marched single-file and
manacled into oblivion,” Postman said. “Huxley thought we would
dance ourselves there, with an idiot smile on our face.”
For Postman, the pied piper was TV; it elevated the image over the
word and thus appearance over substance. Postman’s critique of TV-
era politics was, in one sense, not far from Donald Trump’s. Trump
said that sour-faced Abe Lincoln couldn’t win a modern-day elec-
tion, because TV favored a pretty face and an idiot smile. “In Amer-
ica, circa 1984,” Postman said, “a fat person cannot be elected to
high political office.” Things were getting to the point, he observed
dryly, that “it is even possible that some day a Hollywood movie
actor may become President of the United States.” (Ronald Reagan
would be reelected the following month.)
Postman expanded on this argument in his brilliant and prophetic
1985 study Amusing Ourselves to Death. It built on the ideas of
Marshall McLuhan, arguing that the forms of media—the book, the
telegraph, the radio—inevitably shape the ideas that they can com-
municate, and thus how the audience thinks. The “Age of Typogra-
phy” had given way to the “Age of Television.” Television spoke in
image rather than text, and it engaged emotion rather than reason.
“One can like or dislike a television commercial,” he wrote. “But one
cannot refute it.” Postman laid out how this dynamic affected every
area of life: education, religion, news, and politics. The ideology of
television was entertainment, and what reigned in a television age
was what entertained the most people.
Postman didn’t know the half of it. Well, to be fair, he couldn’t
know the half of it. The electronic media of 1985, compared with
the multifarious hydra of today, might as well have been two tin
cans and a string. Cable TV was not yet in half of American house-
holds. CNN, launched in 1980, was the only cable news network,
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It’s about how public fights were carried out through the pro-
wrestling histrionics of cable news.
It’s about how the culture war originated as a proxy for politics
and increasingly became politics itself.
Through all of those changes, Donald Trump used the domi-
nant media of the day—tabloids, talk shows, reality TV, cable news,
Twitter—to enlarge himself, to become a brand, a star, a demagogue,
and a president. (Whether Postman’s dictum that a fat person cannot
win high office in the TV era has now been overturned depends, I
suppose, on how seriously you take Trump’s rosy personal-physician
reports.)
Because Trump so thoroughly fused himself with the pop cul-
ture of the last forty years, because he was both an omnipresence
on TV and a compulsive devourer of TV, his story is its story, and
vice versa. Follow the media culture of America over the course of
Trump’s career, and you will understand better how Trump hap-
pened. Follow how Trump happened and you will understand better
what we became.
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I I NTE RVI EWE D DO NALD TRUMP O N CE , in late 2003, for Time
magazine, when he was about to launch The Apprentice. When you
visit Trump’s office in Trump Tower, every aspect of the experi-
ence is designed, like the ballooning collar on a frilled lizard, to
make him appear larger. You walk into a skyscraper with his name
inscribed on the entrance, the headquarters of a Marvel-comic bil-
lionaire. You take a mirror-plated elevator, as if you’re ascending
to heaven.
I remember being surprised that he shook my hand. (He was noto-
riously germophobic.) And I remember his handing me an offprint of
a Crain’s New York Business article about the Trump Organization.
He kept a stack of them out for visitors, the way you might a dish of
mints. “Take one of these,” he said. “When you see that, you’ll know