Yesterday Donald Trump got his cities confused. He thought he was going to speak to farmers in Nashville when he was actually going to speak to farmers in New Orleans.
He’s going to New Orleans today, not Nashville pic.twitter.com/iMO0rAawFB
— Jordan Fabian (@Jordanfabian) January 14, 2019
This seems like an honest mistake. It is not unusual for people who travel a great deal–businessmen and musicians come to mind–to forget what city they are in.
But Trump’s mistake got me thinking about the way his life is defined by placelessness. He leaves Trump Tower, the White House, Mar-a-Lago or Bedminster in a limo and drives to a private plane. He lands somewhere and then takes another limo to a hotel or conference center. Then he gets back in his limo, drives to the airport, boards his private plane or Air Force Once, and returns home.
Much of his presidential campaign consisted of flying to a city, getting in a limo, driving to an arena, getting back in a limo, and flying back to Trump Tower. There was little interaction with ordinary people in these towns and cities. The only time he spends outdoors is on a private golf course.
Trump lives in a placeless world in which he occupies about five or six spaces. Within these sanitized spaces–the Oval Office, his bed, the inside of Air Force One, his Trump Tower apartment, the backseat of his limo, his room at Mar-a-Lago and Bedminster–he engages the world through Fox News.
Yet, ironically, millions of Americans have turned to him to save their local communities.