Thursday, April 6, 2017

BIRDS OF A FEATHER RANT #2




      The Trump family fortune began, not with himself, as Don the Con would have you believe, but with his grandfather, Frederick Drumpf, who immigrated to the United States from Bavaria at the age of 16 in 1885, then Americanized his name. After kicking around for several years, Frederick made a small fortune running a hotel/brothel in the Klondike at the peak of the Alaskan gold rush. He later returned to Bavaria, found himself a bride, Elizabeth Christ, and brought her back to the United States before settling down. But after the birth of their first child, a homesick Elizabeth asked Frederick to return his family to the homeland, which he did, depositing the equivalent of $500,000 in a German bank shortly after his arrival.

     Frederick and his family meant to remain permanently in their homeland, but fate intervened in the form of a German court. Trump, the court decided, had left Prussia to avoid the draft. Summarily  deported, he was told never to darken Germany’s collective doorstep again.

      Back in the U.S.A., Frederick invested his savings in New York City real estate, specifically in the outer borough of Queens. Nobody knows how far he might have gone if the Spanish Flu hadn’t killed him 1918, but his net worth at the time of his passing is estimated to be about $500,000. It included a seven-room house, five vacant lots and fourteen mortgages, all inherited by Elizabeth.

      Fred Trump, Donald’s father, was in high school when his father passed, and it was his mother, Elizabeth, who guided the family’s investments, and who continued to be active in the business throughout her long life. Nevertheless, Elizabeth brought her son into the business early on, a basic strategy the family again employed when Fred mentored an adolescent Donald. Donald, of course, has transformed nepotism into an art form.

     Sounds great, right? Family to family to family to family, a true saga with the accumulation of wealth never out of mind. But there did occur at least one deviation, one point in Fred Trump’s life when he sought another avenue of expression.

      The Ku Klux Klan march on Memorial Day, 1927, was no joke. Two Klansmen were killed in the Bronx on the way to the protest in Queens and the march ended in a brawl with the police. The cops arrested seven men on that day, including Fred Trump, Donald’s father. The address listed on the arrest report, and noted in the New York Times, was 1724 Devonshire Road in Jamaica, Queens. At the time, Fred Trump, just 21 and not yet married, lived on Devonshire Road with his mother. Fred was charged with “failure to disperse”, but unlike the other six men arrested that day, wasn’t prosecuted. He was, however, represented by the same two lawyers who represented the other Klansmen. In addition, a story in the now-defunct Daily Star reported that all the arrestees wore Klan robes. A second story, in the Richmond Hill Record describes the arrestees as “berobed”.

      The march that day was not about race. The marchers were protesting the brutality of Irish-Catholic cops in their encounters with white Protestants. But the Klan in the north, like their southern brothers, embraced a doctrine of white, Anglo-Saxon supremacy that excluded all black and brown people, along with all Catholics and all Jews.

      I’ll leave it there for now, Fred Trump in his snow-white Klan robes and his pointy, white cap marching down Queens Boulevard, the jeering crowds on either side of the road, the battle with the cops that ended the first-ever Klan march in New York City. Is Fred proud? Determined? So committed to the Klan line that he’d jeopardize the sizable fortune already accumulated by his family? And what did his mother think, the matriarch with an eye for the bottom line? Most importantly, 21 years later, after Donald Trump’s birth, did Fred bring those values to the dinner table?


      More to come. 

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