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Donald Trump and the Central Park Five - The New Yorker
Donald Trump is angry about the settlement the city reached, this weekend, with the Central Park Fiveâthe men who had, as teen-age boys, been wrongly convicted in the âCentral Park joggerâ rape case and been called animals by just about every institution in this city. The rape had been committed between 9 or 10 P.M., on an April evening in 1989; someone had beaten the jogger so badly and so brutally that by the time she was found, hours later, stripped and covered with mud, she had lost three quarters of her blood. The police detective on the scene told reporters that her body had already turned cold; she wouldnât have survived much longer. The woman, as she later let the world know in a book, was Trisha Meili, then an investment banker at Salomon Brothers; she had been bashed in the head and remembered nothing. The rest of New York, though, was sure of what had happened to her, and who was to blame. Here was the headline in the Daily News, on April 21, 1989:
WOLF PACKâS PREY
Female jogger near death after savage attack by roving gang
And the headline from the next day:
Park marauders call it
âWILDINGâ
âŚand itâs street slang for going berserk
The Times, that same week, reported, âThe youths who raped and savagely beat a young investment banker as she jogged in Central Park Wednesday night were part of a loosely organized gang of 32 schoolboys whose random, motiveless assaults terrorized at least eight other people over nearly two hours, senior police investigators said yesterday.â And: âshe was raped by at least 4 of the 12 boys, Chief Colangelo said.â The five schoolboys who were eventually triedâAntron McCray, Kevin Richardson, Yusef Salaam, Raymond Santana, and Kharey Wiseâwere all black or Hispanic.
And, in early May, 1989, Donald Trump took out a full-page ad in the Daily News to say what he thought he knew about the case. Trump was on the front page of the papers often enough that season; the Postâs âSPLIT!â headline marking the end of his marriage would help fill the tabloid space between the teen-agersâ arrest and their conviction, as did âMARLA BOASTS TO HER PALS ABOUT DONALD: âBEST SEX IâVE EVER HAD,âââ which quoted his then-mistress and second wife; soon, there was also coverage of his baroque business failures. Perhaps he thought it gave him gravitas, that spring, to weigh in on the character of the teen-agers in the park: âHow can our great society tolerate the continued brutalization of its citizens by crazed misfits? Criminals must be told that their CIVIL LIBERTIES END WHEN AN ATTACK ON OUR SAFETY BEGINS!â And his headline suggested what ought to be done with them:
BRING BACK THE DEATH PENALTY.
BRING BACK OUR POLICE!
The âpark marauders,â the âroving gang,â the âcrazed misfitsâ were fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen years old. The confessions they gave, as children, had been false, spun out under the pressure of hours of police interrogations. (They were, had anyone been ready to acknowledge it at the time, also inconsistent; they also had parents whom they werenât able to see before their questioning.) The boys were sent to prison. One of them, Kharey Wise, who at sixteen was the oldest and sentenced as an adult, was still there when, eleven years after the rape in the park, he happened to cross paths with a prisoner named Matias Reyes. It occurred to Reyes that it was his fault that Wise was there. He confessed that he, and he alone, had raped and beaten Meili, as he had raped other women over the years. He described to police how he had tied her with her clothes; it had been part of his M.O. in other cases, something that gave credibility to his confession. It moved beyond a doubt when a DNA test matched Reyes to the semen found on Meiliâs body. The DNA hadnât matched any of the teen-agersâone of the many details that got blinked over in the trial. They were exonerated twelve years ago, and the charges were formally dropped.
Since then, talks about some form of restitution for the young men dragged on even as a movie, âThe Central Park Five,â gave a wider perspective on the real injustice in the caseâthe failure of the police, the courts, the press, of the word on the street, of any engine of public doubt. Everything that should have struck one as oddâthe cartoonish way that the boys, in their confessions, talked about the rape itselfâwas taken as proof of the boysâ perversity. Their guilt had been a given; the only question that people seemed interested in, at the time, was what their supposed wildness said about our society, about the boysâ âculture,â or lack of it. A real-estate developer could take out an ad that contemplated executing children, and only be considered disreputable because of the decor of his buildings.
The Daily News reprinted that ad on Saturday, next to Trumpâs new op-ed. Perhaps he feels that he got a good deal, having the ad run again for free; there is no contrition in what he has to say now. The settlement, which Mayor Bill de Blasio had said, in his campaign, he wanted to get done, gives each man about a million dollars for each year he spent in jail. (Together, that was forty years.) Trump wrote on Saturday that this was âa disgraceâ; he said that heâd talked to a detective who called it âthe heist of the century.â How much would Donald Trump pay to not spend a single year in jail? He doesnât mention Reyes; he talks about police âblundersâ as if they were all in the teen-agersâ favorââThe recipients must be laughing out loud at the stupidity of the city.â Does he imagine that it must be obvious to them, as it is to him, that the decades of their lives werenât worth much anyway? He wrote, âThese young men do not exactly have the pasts of angels.â At fourteen years old, one doesnât have much of a past to speak of; what one might have is a future. Or is an angel, for Trump, someone who stays in a hotel with a lot of gold paint on the wall?
Itâs simple, in some ways, to see the Central Park jogger case as an artifact of a feverish moment in late-eighties New Yorkâof a piece with its joyous and awful kinetics, the crack epidemic, the painted-over subways, the fear of AIDS, the absurdity of Ivanaâs ski-slope confrontation with Marla. But some fevers never seem to subside. The tendency to write off teen-age boys because of distrust of their neighborhoods or the color of their skin, to assume that jail is the place for them, has not gone away. Neither, somehow, has Donald Trump.
Donald Trump and the Central Park Five - The New Yorker
Donald Trump is angry about the settlement the city reached, this weekend, with the Central Park Fiveâthe men who had, as teen-age boys, been wrongly convicted in the âCentral Park joggerâ rape case and been called animals by just about every institution in this city. The rape had been committed between 9 or 10 P.M., on an April evening in 1989; someone had beaten the jogger so badly and so brutally that by the time she was found, hours later, stripped and covered with mud, she had lost three quarters of her blood. The police detective on the scene told reporters that her body had already turned cold; she wouldnât have survived much longer. The woman, as she later let the world know in a book, was Trisha Meili, then an investment banker at Salomon Brothers; she had been bashed in the head and remembered nothing. The rest of New York, though, was sure of what had happened to her, and who was to blame. Here was the headline in the Daily News, on April 21, 1989:
WOLF PACKâS PREY
Female jogger near death after savage attack by roving gang
And the headline from the next day:
Park marauders call it
âWILDINGâ
âŚand itâs street slang for going berserk
The Times, that same week, reported, âThe youths who raped and savagely beat a young investment banker as she jogged in Central Park Wednesday night were part of a loosely organized gang of 32 schoolboys whose random, motiveless assaults terrorized at least eight other people over nearly two hours, senior police investigators said yesterday.â And: âshe was raped by at least 4 of the 12 boys, Chief Colangelo said.â The five schoolboys who were eventually triedâAntron McCray, Kevin Richardson, Yusef Salaam, Raymond Santana, and Kharey Wiseâwere all black or Hispanic.
And, in early May, 1989, Donald Trump took out a full-page ad in the Daily News to say what he thought he knew about the case. Trump was on the front page of the papers often enough that season; the Postâs âSPLIT!â headline marking the end of his marriage would help fill the tabloid space between the teen-agersâ arrest and their conviction, as did âMARLA BOASTS TO HER PALS ABOUT DONALD: âBEST SEX IâVE EVER HAD,âââ which quoted his then-mistress and second wife; soon, there was also coverage of his baroque business failures. Perhaps he thought it gave him gravitas, that spring, to weigh in on the character of the teen-agers in the park: âHow can our great society tolerate the continued brutalization of its citizens by crazed misfits? Criminals must be told that their CIVIL LIBERTIES END WHEN AN ATTACK ON OUR SAFETY BEGINS!â And his headline suggested what ought to be done with them:
BRING BACK THE DEATH PENALTY.
BRING BACK OUR POLICE!
The âpark marauders,â the âroving gang,â the âcrazed misfitsâ were fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen years old. The confessions they gave, as children, had been false, spun out under the pressure of hours of police interrogations. (They were, had anyone been ready to acknowledge it at the time, also inconsistent; they also had parents whom they werenât able to see before their questioning.) The boys were sent to prison. One of them, Kharey Wise, who at sixteen was the oldest and sentenced as an adult, was still there when, eleven years after the rape in the park, he happened to cross paths with a prisoner named Matias Reyes. It occurred to Reyes that it was his fault that Wise was there. He confessed that he, and he alone, had raped and beaten Meili, as he had raped other women over the years. He described to police how he had tied her with her clothes; it had been part of his M.O. in other cases, something that gave credibility to his confession. It moved beyond a doubt when a DNA test matched Reyes to the semen found on Meiliâs body. The DNA hadnât matched any of the teen-agersâone of the many details that got blinked over in the trial. They were exonerated twelve years ago, and the charges were formally dropped.
Since then, talks about some form of restitution for the young men dragged on even as a movie, âThe Central Park Five,â gave a wider perspective on the real injustice in the caseâthe failure of the police, the courts, the press, of the word on the street, of any engine of public doubt. Everything that should have struck one as oddâthe cartoonish way that the boys, in their confessions, talked about the rape itselfâwas taken as proof of the boysâ perversity. Their guilt had been a given; the only question that people seemed interested in, at the time, was what their supposed wildness said about our society, about the boysâ âculture,â or lack of it. A real-estate developer could take out an ad that contemplated executing children, and only be considered disreputable because of the decor of his buildings.
The Daily News reprinted that ad on Saturday, next to Trumpâs new op-ed. Perhaps he feels that he got a good deal, having the ad run again for free; there is no contrition in what he has to say now. The settlement, which Mayor Bill de Blasio had said, in his campaign, he wanted to get done, gives each man about a million dollars for each year he spent in jail. (Together, that was forty years.) Trump wrote on Saturday that this was âa disgraceâ; he said that heâd talked to a detective who called it âthe heist of the century.â How much would Donald Trump pay to not spend a single year in jail? He doesnât mention Reyes; he talks about police âblundersâ as if they were all in the teen-agersâ favorââThe recipients must be laughing out loud at the stupidity of the city.â Does he imagine that it must be obvious to them, as it is to him, that the decades of their lives werenât worth much anyway? He wrote, âThese young men do not exactly have the pasts of angels.â At fourteen years old, one doesnât have much of a past to speak of; what one might have is a future. Or is an angel, for Trump, someone who stays in a hotel with a lot of gold paint on the wall?
Itâs simple, in some ways, to see the Central Park jogger case as an artifact of a feverish moment in late-eighties New Yorkâof a piece with its joyous and awful kinetics, the crack epidemic, the painted-over subways, the fear of AIDS, the absurdity of Ivanaâs ski-slope confrontation with Marla. But some fevers never seem to subside. The tendency to write off teen-age boys because of distrust of their neighborhoods or the color of their skin, to assume that jail is the place for them, has not gone away. Neither, somehow, has Donald Trump.
