Giuseppe Sandro Mela.
“Dar da bere al chierico perché il parroco ha sete”
Il The New York Times è tra i primi cinque giornali quotidiani degli Stati Uniti: dipende solo dal metodo con cui si allestisce la graduatoria. In ogni caso, è generalmente ritenuto essere uno dei più autorevoli.
Ma checché ne dicano i giornalisti, ogni testata obbedisce sempre alla voce del padrone. Loro la chiamano “libertà di stampa“.
«Si moltiplicano le accuse di molestie sessuali contro il candidato repubblicano Donald Trump e, a 24 giorni dall’Election Day Usa, emerge nei sondaggi una crescente disaffezione da parte dell’elettorato femminile per il candidato repubblicano»
«Ad una settimana dalla pubblicazione del video con le dichiarazioni sessiste di Trump, si allunga la lista delle donne che denunciano pubblicamente di essere state molestate dal candidato repubblicano: sono almeno 8»
«Summer Zervos, che ha accusato il miliardario di averla palpeggiata e baciata in modo aggressivo in due diverse occasioni …. La Zervos, senza riuscire a trattenere le lacrime, ha denunciato gli abusi leggendo una dichiarazione davanti alle telecamere, nello studio del suo avvocato, Gloria Allred, a Los Angeles»
«l’ex modella Kristin Anderson, ora 46enne, ha detto che il miliardario le infilò le mani sotto la gonna toccandole i genitali in un night club, nel 1992.»
Il The New York Times aveva fatto titoli di fuoco e fiamme:
Poi, una volta svoltesi le elezioni, la macchina del fango cessò. Anche perché tutte le accuse si dimostrarono inconsistenti, non documentate né documentabili: solo parole. Poveri democratici affetti da delirio compulsivo per il sesso alternativo! Adesso nessuno ne parla più ed i media si sono concentrati sulle connection con la Russia, rediviva Spectre.
Mr Carlos Slim è il proprietario del The New York Times: uomo di affari messicano che aveva abbracciato l’ideologica liberal democratica fino al midollo, ossia a scopo di lucro utilizzando fondi pubblici estratti più o meno a forza dal Contribuente.
Ma la musica sta lentamente cambiando.
Mr Trump sta smantellando con la grazia di un rullo compressore le fonti di finanziamento del liberals democratici, e sta immettendo giudici repubblicani in quelle roccaforti dei democratici che sono le Corti Federali. I liberals inziano a non rendere.
Come tutti i giornali a proprietà di un affarista, inteso nel senso migliore del termine, il The New York Times è uno dei più sensibili indicatori di dove si annidi il potere che conta.
Certo, non può cambiare dall’oggi al domani, ma si iniziano a notare i segni di progressivo distacco dai liberals democratici e di riavvicinamento ai repubblicani.
“Dar da bere al chierico perché il parroco ha sete”
«It’s hard to imagine President Trump ever introducing himself to a roomful of reporters as “the man who accompanied Melania Trump to Rome»
«Her spokeswoman confirmed that Mrs. Trump is Roman Catholic; the last Catholic first lady was Mrs. Kennedy»
«Mrs. Trump was not the star of this first trip; that role could be played only by Mr. Trump. But she was one of its most intriguing figures, at times sphinx-like, at times expressive, and always fashionable, with a glamorous wardrobe that rotated between Michael Kors and Dolce & Gabbana. She was the supporting player who occasionally stole the spotlight»
«Like Jacqueline Kennedy, Mrs. Trump has made her mark early on with fashion. Her outfits, like the pumpkin-colored leather skirt she wore on the flight to Saudi Arabia and the olive-drab safari dress she wore once in Riyadh, spurred a thousand photographs and columns of analysis»
Una lode sperticata alla moglie di Mr Trump, addirittura equiparata alla mitica Jacqueline Kennedy, un must democratico. La lingua dei giornalisti è sempre attenta a leccare le terga dei potenti di turno.
Un iniziale segno di riavvicinamento.
Che il giornalista sia liberals tetragono è evidenziato dal fatto, a nessuno sfuggito, del sottinteso gioco di parole: “wore” – “whore“. Refuso emendato a spron battuto.
Sono irredimibili, anche quando mentono.
→ The New York Times. 2017-05-28. Melania Trump, in Supporting Role, Shows Subdued Star Power on Trip
TAORMINA, Sicily — It’s hard to imagine President Trump ever introducing himself to a roomful of reporters as “the man who accompanied Melania Trump to Rome.”
But Mr. Trump could have borrowed John F. Kennedy’s memorable line after he and the first lady visited the Vatican last week. Kennedy said it during a trip to Paris in June 1961 when his wife, Jacqueline Kennedy, so dazzled the French that the president suggested, half in jest, that he was little more than a plus-one. “And I have enjoyed it,” he added.
Mr. Trump is not one for false modesty — nor, on his just-completed, nine-day foreign trip, was he one for news conferences. But like Kennedy in Paris, he did seem thoroughly upstaged when he introduced his wife to Pope Francis after an audience in the Apostolic Palace. The pope looked dour and pinched standing next to the president. Yet when Mrs. Trump shook his hand, a black mantilla draped over her hair, his face crinkled into a smile.
Gesturing to her husband, a mischievous Francis said: “What do you give him to eat? Potica?”
Mrs. Trump looked taken aback by his reference to a dessert from her native Slovenia. “Potica?” she asked, then smiled. “Yes!”
Clearly tickled, she moved on before turning back to retrieve a rosary handed to her by a Vatican aide, which the pope blessed. (Her spokeswoman confirmed that Mrs. Trump is Roman Catholic; the last Catholic first lady was Mrs. Kennedy.)
Later, as the Trump delegation was leaving, Mrs. Trump told the pope that she was visiting the Bambino Gesù children’s hospital in Rome later that day. She had written Francis a letter asking his permission to pay the visit. They wished each other good luck.
The day in Rome might have been the highlight of Mrs. Trump’s trip, which included plenty of humdrum moments where she stood stoically behind the president, staring ahead and saying nothing.
In one sequence that was caught on video and prompted a flood of overheated speculation about the state of their marriage, the first lady flicked away her husband’s outstretched hand as they walked a red carpet after landing at Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv.
Mrs. Trump was not the star of this first trip; that role could be played only by Mr. Trump. But she was one of its most intriguing figures, at times sphinx-like, at times expressive, and always fashionable, with a glamorous wardrobe that rotated between Michael Kors and Dolce & Gabbana. She was the supporting player who occasionally stole the spotlight.
“Historically, first ladies have made a difference on a trip like this,” said Michael Beschloss, the presidential historian.
Kennedy, he noted, worried that Jacqueline would be a political liability because Americans would view her as elitist. But she was a sensation in France in 1961, charming Charles de Gaulle with her grasp of the French language and the country’s history. She helped smooth the relationship between de Gaulle and Kennedy, and later, between Kennedy and the Soviet leader, Nikita Khrushchev. In doing so, she became a cult figure in the United States.
Given that Mrs. Trump has been a spectral presence in her husband’s White House — mostly staying in New York City with the couple’s son, Barron — this trip was a coming-out party for her. It may also offer a clue as to what kind of first lady she is likely to become: neither the independent-minded equal partner that Hillary Clinton was to Bill Clinton, nor the devoted, long-suffering spouse that Patricia Nixon was to Richard M. Nixon.
By the end of the trip, Mr. Trump seemed to recognize her subdued star power. Speaking to American service members at the Sigonella naval air station in Sicily, he said the United States could not have a better emissary than “our magnificent and wonderful person, our first lady, Melania.”
“The countries of the world have a large number of disagreements,” he said, “but they all agree with me on that one — that I can tell you. So everywhere we go, it’s the same old story. So, great job.”
Mrs. Trump introduced her husband to the service members, and spoke of the week as a milestone for her, as well.
“This trip, for me, has been very special, and I will never forget the women and children I met,” she said. “As one of the kids at the hospital that I visit said in a picture he drew for me: We are all the same.”
There was something poignant about Mrs. Trump’s attempt to show a common touch. A former fashion model, married to a billionaire, who lives in a triplex penthouse at Trump Tower, she is never going to have an easy time persuading the downtrodden that she understands their problems. But she moved through those rituals gamely.
At the hospital in Rome, Mrs. Trump said, she spent time talking to a boy who was waiting for a new heart. A few hours after she left, she was told a donor had been found. “Receiving that news is a moment I will never forget,” she said. “I wish him a speedy recovery.”
Like Jacqueline Kennedy, Mrs. Trump has made her mark early on with fashion. Her outfits, like the pumpkin-colored leather skirt she wore on the flight to Saudi Arabia and the olive-drab safari dress she wore once in Riyadh, spurred a thousand photographs and columns of analysis.
It also led to the one fashion tempest of the trip: a floral jacket with rich silk flowers, designed by Dolce & Gabbana, that she wore sightseeing at the Group of 7 meeting in Taormina. It retails for $51,500.
Critics wondered how Mrs. Trump could justify wearing a jacket that cost only slightly less than the median household income in the United States. Her defenders argued that she had chosen it carefully, given that the designer has roots in Sicily. Besides, Taormina is a flashy town full of aging playboys and rich Russians, not all that different from Palm Beach, Fla.
Either way, Mrs. Trump’s choice caught people’s attention, not an easy thing to do when her husband is Donald J. Trump.
→ The New York Times. 2017-05-26. Melania Trump on Display, Dressed in Ambivalence and Armor
And so we come to the end of what has been the longest and most comprehensive viewing of Melania Trump playing the role of first lady since her husband’s administration began: nine days, five countries, more than a dozen outfits, all of them photographed and recorded (and exclaimed over) for the historical record.
“Melania did not wear a veil in Saudi Arabia!” “Melania did wear a veil to the Vatican!” “Melania changes outfits during flight!”
Does it really matter?
Of course. Because Mrs. Trump has been, up to now, a cipher cloistered in a gilded New York penthouse but is about to take her place in the East Wing (at least according to her team) as the United States’ official hostess. And because, as a representative of the country and the Trump administration on the world stage, this was her clearest statement yet about how she will manage that position.
It just happened that, since Mrs. Trump did not say much as she accompanied her husband from Saudi Arabia through Israel to Italy, Brussels and Sicily, it was largely made through her clothes.
That’s why what she wore received so much more attention than what Ivanka Trump wore (the fascinator at the Western Wall and the weirdly bridal black tulle veil at the Vatican aside).
Add up the Stella McCartney black jumpsuit, the Michael Kors gingham coat dress, the Ralph Lauren khaki shirtdress, the taupe Maison Ullens suit and the myriad Dolce & Gabbana cocktail laces, that brand’s gambler’s trouser suit and botanical day coat, and what do you have?
Ambivalence and armor. They were the defining trends of the trip.
For every moment when Mrs. Trump seemed to engage with the historical precedent of her job — which largely involves humanizing the president by being the approachable, accessible half of the equation, and participating cheerfully in the spousal exercises of dressing, dining and hospital visiting — there was another in which she seemed to reject it. Kind of the way she seemed to reject most public displays of affection with her husband until the final leg of the trip. (See the hand-swatting maneuver performed after landing at Ben-Gurion International Airport in Israel, and similar evasive tactics.)
She acknowledged, for example, the sartorial protocols of the countries she visited. In Saudi Arabia, she was modest — even the Dolce & Gabbana white trouser suit and black shirt, while with a modern edge, was fully covered. In Vatican City, she went dark. In the resort town of Taormina in Sicily, springlike.
After landing at the King Khalid International Airport in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, she materialized on the steps of Air Force One in that black jumpsuit, whose Wonder Woman gold Saint Laurent belt, flowing hemline, long sleeves and notch neck made everyone think: abaya! Later she swept into dinner wearing a caped magenta Reem Acra gown with a jeweled neckline, like a high fashion Scheherazade.
Like many of her Western predecessors, she went veil-less in Saudi Arabia, but bent to Vatican tradition by wearing a lace veil to meet the pope. This apparent discrepancy in attitude got a lot of people very worked up, but it was fully in line with the policies of those who had gone before. (See: Michelle Obama, veil-less in Saudi Arabia in 2015, veiled at the Vatican in 2009.)
And her embrace of the high-end, and refusal to go through the motions of adopting the occasional accessible item, was fully in line with her husband’s gold-toned dollar-sign spiel. Forget espadrilles or T-shirts; the Dolce & Gabbana floral coat cost an unapologetic $51,500.
But then she rejected the traditional game of fashion diplomacy in which first ladies have been engaged since Jacqueline Kennedy, eschewing any pressure either to use her public appearances to promote homegrown talent, or to follow more recent strategy and support designers from the host country, the better to demonstrate friendly intentions.
She didn’t ask one designer, like Hervé Pierre, who created her inauguration dress as well as the leather skirt she wore to depart Washington, to help her assemble her wardrobe. She didn’t underscore her own international story. She spread her endorsements — but only kind of, wearing multiple looks from Mr. Kors and a high percentage from Dolce & Gabbana as well as an assortment of other names. Yes, she wore American designers, and yes, she started to look like a Sicilian widow while in Italy, and wore the Belgian label Maison Ullens in Brussels. (And, according to Vogue, which pretty breathlessly chronicled this trip, she even worked with the latter on her look, proving it was an entirely conscious choice.)
But then she undermined the point by wearing Dolce & Gabbana and the British label Roksanda in Israel, and more Dolce in Brussels. (Dolce, which she also wore for her official portrait, is seeming like her go-to brand, a relationship that has upset some of the designers’ Instagram fans.) That meant there was no consistent pattern behind the origin stories of what she chose when.
If anything seemed to unite the sartorial choices the first lady made, at least during the day, it was a certain rigidity of line, monochrome palette and militaristic mien. She favored sharp power shoulders, single-breasted jackets with wide cinched belts and big square buckles, straight skirts and a lot of buttons. Mostly buttoned up. Hemlines were not too short, and the only skin really exposed was on her arms (also a bit of shoulder in Brussels for evening).
It’s not an accident that the Michael Kors white suit she wore in Israel looked almost identical to the Maison Ullens taupe suit she wore in Belgium: tight, belted, undecorated. These aren’t clothes designed (in all senses of that word) to charm; they are designed for security. Though the veil debate and the floral froufrou got the most attention, it was her battened-down, ready-for-battle styles that left the lasting impression.
And raised the unavoidable question: For what battle, exactly, is she preparing? Theories have been floated: her husband’s critics; the prying eyes of the outside world; even her own marriage. Maybe it’s the much vaunted revolution the president was fond of saying he led; maybe she, too, is fighting for his agenda.
Or maybe it’s just a signal that she is prepared to take her place on the home front.
→ The New York Times. 2017-05-24. Melania and Ivanka Trump’s Two Standards on Dress
To the Editor:
You report that for the Trump entourage’s meeting with Pope Francis, Melania Trump, the first lady, was “wearing a black dress and with her hair covered by a veil,” and Ivanka Trump, the president’s daughter and adviser, was “also wearing a veil over her hair and in a black dress with lace hem and pearls” (nytimes.com, May 24).
What’s fascinating about that is that just a few days earlier the same two women made a point of not wearing head coverings in Saudi Arabia, where it is customary for women to do so (news article, May 23). But in accordance with Vatican protocol, they chose to cover their hair.
This is yet another example, however subtle, of the tone-deafness of President Trump and his advisers. The sartorial choices of these two women may seem like an insignificant matter, but gestures matter on the world stage.
If I picked up on it, you can bet that all across the Muslim world people are nodding to themselves thinking: “You see? He really doesn’t respect us.”
PAUL SCHWARTZ, UPPER NYACK, N.Y.