Rudy Giuliani’s daughter: Trump took my dad away from me Please don’t let him take over our country again
I constantly wonder how America got back here, even consider ability of elector Donald Trump again, after all the damage he has done, both while in office and since. While Kamala Harris has gained extraordinary momentum by injecting life and hope into this election, I am concerned that too many Americans remain disconnected from the visceral, psychologically exhausted memory of Trump’s deeply destabilizing presidency. If enough people truly remembered that sense of chaos, another Trump term wouldn’t even be on the table. But for those open to seeing the naked and unvarnished truth, there are unmistakable reminders of Trump’s destructive trail all around us, and it breaks my heart to witness it. My father became one of them.
EQUAL Rudy GiulianiMy daughter, I am unfortunately well suited to remind Americans of How harmful it is can be associated with Trump, even by those who believe he is on their side. Watching my dad’s life fall apart since he joined forces with Trump has been incredibly painful, both personally and because his death was linked to a Dark forces threaten to once again consume America. Not to downplay personal responsibility at all, but we would be naive if we ignored the fact that many of those closest to Trump have fallen on hard times. catastrophic downward spiral. If we let Trump return to the driving seat this fall, our country will be no exception.
My dad and I have a relationship as complicated as cartoons. But he’s still my dad, and despite his mistakes, I still love him. I’ve seen him go through surreal highs, and now unfathomable lows. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him, especially when he was broken. Furthermore, we never know how much time we have left with our parents. The totality of these things makes this the most difficult work I have ever written. Yet this moment and this election are so much bigger than any one of us.
From reproductive rights and the economy, to foreign policy and the environment, we need experienced, sober and fundamentally decent leaders who will fight for us instead of against us – people who will protect our democracy instead of destroying it. And as a recently engaged 35-year-old man who hopes to feel more joy than fear about the possibility of becoming a parent, I need to advocate for a future worth bringing children into, which is reason why I I’m expressing my unwavering support for Kamala Harris and Tim Walz.
I will never forget the night my dad told me he was considering becoming Trump’s lawyer. I went with him to the Grand Havana Room, a cigar bar at 666 Fifth Avenue, an address fitting for the unholy alliance my father was about to join.
Surrounded by thick smoke and powerful men, I cried bitterly for several minutes, then spent the next three hours vehemently convincing my father that he was not following the dangerous path home. this moral aspect.
It’s rare for my dad to tell me he’s going to do anything before actually doing it, so this moment of connection with him felt like a cosmic opportunity for me to do my part in limiting the spread. of Trump’s sinister shadow. I don’t hold back anything. I’ve expressed all my concerns about Trump’s overt racism, rampant misogyny, and utter lack of empathy. I even told my dad that I already feel embarrassed about my last name whenever I see headlines linking him to Trump, and this escalation will only deepen that feeling. Throughout that night, I kept hoping that the daughter’s emotional plea could truly move the father.
That illusion was dispelled the next morning when a news item appeared on my news feed: Rudy Giuliani was going to work for Donald Trump. The pain in my stomach at that moment was a warning, but I had no idea how much devastation my father would face due to his unrequited loyalty to a fraudster. Growing up in Gracie Mansion, I always knew I had a life of privilege. But a particular set of challenges came with being Rudy Giuliani’s daughter, and by that point in my life, I had mostly learned how to overcome them.
But nothing I went through prepared me the outburst was very public and unrelenting of my father’s life.
As someone who has overcome a deep-seated eating disorder and has experienced various manifestations of anxiety and depression, I am no stranger to processing complex feelings. But this new albatross overwhelmed me with a heady mix of fear, anger, confusion and sadness, making me cry often for my dad and for him at the same time. I always saw flaws in my father that those blinded by his fame could not see, but to some extent, his absurd level of success and notoriety also made people blind. It’s hard to believe that anything could actually take him down. I spent most of my life wishing my father had less power. But I never wanted it to happen like that this. And selfishly, the deeper my dad sank into the quicksand of his problems, the more fleeting our opportunities for connection between father and daughter became. After months of feeling grief over the death of a loved one, I suddenly realized that I was grieving the loss of my father to Trump. I cannot bear to lose our country to him.
