Why Donald Trump’s Sisters HATED Him So Much

A federal appellate judge, eighty-one years old, sat at her niece's kitchen table and talked for roughly fifteen hours while a recorder ran. She called the President of the United States cruel. Phony. A liar with no principles. She said he'd paid someone to take his college entrance exam. Publicly, she had attended his inauguration and never criticized him once. She also owed her judgeship, in part, to his fixer, and her fortune to the family machine he ran. Eleven days after tax-fraud reporting named her, she gave up the bench. The complaints against her died. No one forced her.