DONNIE TRUMP, PLAYGROUND BULLY

September, 1951. The Kew-Forest School Kindergarten classes recently started in the fall of '51. The young, wide-eyed boys and girls are dropped off early in the morning by their parents. Most, if not all of them are eager to begin their lives in school. They have an opportunity to meet new friends and learn new things. The most excited of the bunch is a young ambitious kid by the name Donnie J. Trump.

Donald was raised to always see opportunity by his father. It didn't take long for him to convince his class that they needed to pay to store their jackets and books in the class cubbies. Kindergarteners wouldn't know any better that I don't own the cubbies, thought Donnie. Every morning he would get to school early so he could collect his real estate dues on the class. "If you're going to be a part of this class, you are going to pay your fair share." he would tell his classmates, "for too long have we given out too much of this room and not gotten fair compensation for it."

Donnie wasn't the best student in the eyes of the teachers. Whenever they would ask him simple reading or arithmetic questions, Donnie would answer with shrugging his shoulders and a deflection,

"You want me to answer that question? I can't answer that question. That question is a false question, you're telling me and the class false information, I can't answer that question." He would then sometimes follow up with a personal attack on the teacher, "Mrs. Cleary, you're so old and ugly, how can we even trust that you're telling us that this is real?" Of course the truth didn't matter much to Donnie. He cared that the class loved him. While they paid him for things that weren't his, the class constantly laughed at his antics with the faculty. His classmates didn't know any better, they were uneducated five year olds.

Recess always brought out some of the worst in Donnie. When it was time to play stick ball he would exclude all of the boys and girls who didn't look and act like him.

"No no no Carlos, you can't play stick with us, no way. We're building a great team here, the best team, a truly magnificent team, you would only bring us down." Only the kids from my neighborhood can play here. He thought to himself in that moment. "Wouldn't it be great if we could divide the school yard? Yes, it would be great. This yard is huge!" he said to his followers. "We're going to build a fence in the school yard to keep everyone else out! We're going to have the school pay for it." The uneducated kids in his class loved the idea. They didn't know how that was even possible, but they fueled his agenda. During arts and crafts, Donnie got another idea. He saw, sitting at his table, classmates that were different than he. He took a roll of construction paper and wrote in block lettering:

"THE FOLLOWING SEVEN STUDENTS ARE NOT ALLOWED AT MY ARTS AND CRAFTS TABLE" and proceeded to write the names of seven of his fellow classmates. This wasn't something the school condoned and he wasn't following the rules. He declared it anyway and his party classmates followed suit.

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