Carroll v Trump: Never Give Up, Never Surrender!
So, Reader, last night, I’m within minutes of sending you the brightest newsletter since Catherine the Great goose-penned her beefs to Countess Bruce about the sexual shortfalls of an officer in her Horse Guards; and I’m just running my eyes down the hilarious list of women’s gripes against men in bed, and I’m on the very point of titling this masterpiece, Where Have All the Erections Gone . . . when I find out that Summer Zervos dropped her suit against Donald Trump.
It’s difficult to reel while sitting; but I managed it. Summer? Impossible. Not A Thing That Could Ever Happen. Summer Zervos? No Way. Summer Zervos, the restauranteur and former contestant on “The Apprentice,” accuses Trump of assault in 2016 and when he denies it on Twitter saying that Summer’s account and others are “made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED,” Summer boldly sues him for defamation. This is five years ago. Back in 2019 when I lead the Hideous Men Walking Tours of New York, I always stop at Trump Tower, hold up Summer’s picture, and give a rousing speech about the “Lone Warrioress” battling “the President.”
The lone warrioress and I let down our hair during a long phone conversation last year when I’m writing the series for The Atlantic about the Trump Accusers, and she tells me about the daily—sometimes hourly— threats she receives. And yet, every morning she still gets out of bed, meets the challenge, and pursues Trump through the courts. Mary Trump and I may be two of the only people on earth to understand what this may be costing her.
But the news, oddly, gives me renewed oomph, and, with the future suddenly dropping on my shoulders, I want get out of my chair, I want to stand up, I want to tell the world that I am more determined than ever, and when I speak with my legal team and when I hear that they are committed to fighting with me to the very end, I am astonished to tell you that a most bizarre thing happens:I burst into tears. Tears! I’m so flabbergasted at myself—my motto is: Never Give In, Never Cry—that I don’t know what to do; but from sheer sadness about Summer, a serge of energy to throttle Donald Trump rises in me and I decide that as soon as the Adult Survivors Act passes in New York, I will ALSO sue Trump for rape.
So that’s the plan. I won’t stop.
As for Summer? She took no money and is now free to tell her story. I count this as a triumph. And on December 3, my attorneys, Joshua Matz and Robbie Kaplan, will appear at the Second Circuit Court of Appeals in Manhattan to argue again that the DOJ must cease representing Trump, and butt out. We won the right to sue a sitting President in New York Supreme Court. We won our case against the DOJ in Federal Court, and on December 3, Robbie and Joshua will commence to tear the DOJ’s appeal to bloody shreds, and then (as I like to imagine) I will shove the pale shaken forms of the DOJ Dudes into a taxi, and send them back to Washington.
Meanwhile, dear Reader, here’s a history of our wins against Trump; and you will have to wait till next Tuesday for that delicious list of women’s gripes, though I’m guessing I will be adding to it in the meantime.
Lady E. Jean, my strength, my chutzpah, my language skills, my waning musical talents, my ability to roar in a crowd—it’s all yours, the moment you need it. The instant you ask for it. As I am sure is true for the rest of your legion of supporters. Whatever we can do to help you cross this particular finish line. (Can we send cookies?) xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
You are an inspiration to women around the world. I am so proud of your determination & will be so proud when you take this monster down. He is a pathetic, weak, disgusting excuse of a human being, emphasis definitely not on HUMAN! I will be waiting & watching & routing for you all the way!