The Hair Tells a Tale
Trump Wears Mother’s Influence on His Head
By Susan Caba
Look no further than her hair.
Mary MacLeod Trump’s hair, in her later years, swept upward and back like a tsunami about to break for shore. Back-combed, buttressed and lacquered to a staggering height, the ‘do is the original Trump Tower, an impressive piece of Oedipal architecture. A single metaphor could never do it justice.
Donald J. Trump’s mother is, many people are saying, responsible for the infantile, craven and craving puddle of Id that once — and may again — occupied the White House and even now threatens the mental health of the nation. Her hair alone puts Mary Trump in the pantheon of toxic mothers, somewhere on the spectrum close to Norma Bates.
The hair, I’m telling you, is the tell.
Put photos of Donald and Mary side by side. Is his hair not the same (unnatural) color as his mother’s? Did he not (until an unsung post-Presidential-election stylist did a gradual nip-and-tuck) swirl and sweep and tease and spray his locks into a pale imitation of her inimitable coif? The former president hasn’t — so far — managed to merge as fully as Norman Bates did with his mother, but the urge is clearly there.
