By Kevin D. Williamson
Thursday, September 10, 2020
Journalism is pretty much all I have ever done for a
living. I am what they call an ink-stained wretch. I was a newspaper guy for
many years and have been a magazine guy for the past twelve or so, and I take
the unpopular minority opinion around here that the conservative case against
the American press is, while not without genuine merit, exaggerated. I
subscribe to two daily newspapers, including the big one we’re all supposed to
hate.
Now that I have rehearsed my pro-press credentials, a
question: Why, why, why, oh why, why in hell does anybody ever talk to
us?
Why?
If I were advising a presidential candidate or a
president, my advice on handling the press would be this: Don’t. Nothing
good is going to come of it. If you have something to say, say it — they’ll put
it on television. Or, better yet, put out a statement. Less room for error.
Donald Trump has almost as many Twitter followers as Taylor Swift — he doesn’t
need to talk to the Washington Post to get his message out. President
Trump doesn’t need to talk to Bob Woodward.
But, apparently, he needs to talk to Bob Woodward.
Trump has his presidential dress over his presidential
head about Woodward’s new book, Rage, which depicts Trump as a
dishonest, bumbling amateur who is in over his head.
Woodward’s account is sure to be embarrassing. But do you
know what really makes President Trump look dumb? Talking to Bob Woodward.
Again.
The tapes, at least the parts making the radio rounds,
are bad. The president is by turns needy, wheedling, and sycophantic. Listening
to Trump try to spin Woodward in an interview is like watching a kid with a
ping-pong paddle trying to return a serve from Roger Federer. He is not
well-equipped.
Why talk to these people at all?
Remember when George W. Bush finally decided he’d had
enough of Helen Thomas’s crap and just stopped calling on her at press
conferences? That was a good instinct. It is one that presidents — especially
Republican presidents — would do well to generalize, just as a matter of pure
self-interest: There’s nothing in it for them.
White House press conferences are not forums for the
exchange of information — they are rituals. As a matter of republican manners,
I am all for knocking down the presidency several pegs, and I suppose the
ritual humiliation of the press conference is one way to do that. But I cannot
for the life of me figure out why presidents willingly participate in it.
Here’s how the conversation should go:
“Hello. Is this Peter Baker from the Times?”
“Yes, Mr. President?”
“You seem like a nice enough guy. But here’s the thing: I
am not going to talk to you. Ever. About anything. You can keep coming
around and doing whatever it is you do, if you want. Snuffle around out there.
Knock yourself out. The White House will comply with open-records laws and all
that stuff. But I have no comment. On anything. Nothing personal: If your
editor wants to send somebody else over for me not to talk to, I’ll play it the
same way.”
“I’m speechless.”
“Me, too. Pass it on.”
Psychoanalyzing Donald Trump is a fool’s errand, but one
thing he does seem to have in common with a very large number of garden-variety
politicians is the need to feel important. And, for a man of Donald Trump’s
generation, being interviewed by Bob Woodward makes one feel important. You’d
think that a guy who already is president of the United by-God States of
America would already feel plenty important. But there’s a lot of insecurity at
the commanding heights.
And so Trump does 18 interviews with Bob Woodward — after
having accused Woodward of manufacturing quotations in his earlier reporting
about the administration. Trump called Woodward’s last book a “scam.” He
raged that Woodward “uses every trick in the book to demean and belittle” him.
And still he talked and talked and talked, embarrassingly eager to please.
Why?
If Trump wants to talk to a large and friendly audience,
there’s a whole cable network that is overwhelmingly dedicated to producing
Trump propaganda. Sean Hannity, the self-abasing monkey-butler of the Trump
administration, has worked harder and longer and deeper in the bullsh** mines
than any actual White House staffer has. There are various publications that
are very Trump-friendly and that have (this is probably more important)
Trump-friendly audiences. The people who read Bob Woodward books are going to
vote for Joe Biden seven-to-one. There’s no reaching them.
And unlike the beef with what’s-his-name over at The
Atlantic, Trump is picking a fight with Woodward when there are tapes.
Tapes of him.
Bob Woodward. Tapes. You’d think that the most Nixonian
president since Nixon would have seen that one coming.
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