My own run-in with Trump
As an American, let me assure any doubting Scots or people of other nations that a great many (probably majority) of us in the US despise the man and everything he represents. He's a vain bully, a blowhard, egomaniacal thug with big pockets who happens to be cursed with abysmal taste, manners, and hair (among other blights).
A while back, there was a fascinating piece of Manhattan waterfront history on the West Side between 60th and 72nd streets: an abandoned train yard that had burned down, leaving a skeletal cage of twisted steel girders and supporting structures as a faded testament to our shipping past. (Several other associated ruins, including the Gantry, attained landmark status, though the one I;m speaking of did not).
Enter Trump and his hideous development in the area. Not surprisingly, his organization (or he himself) determined the cage in the water unsightly, and slated it for demolition. Unknown to him at the time, there was a small but vocal community of advocates for the structure (myself among them). We wrote the parks commissioner, protested, and eventually won partial protection of the large cage. A plaque was erected at the site commemorating our efforts. Sadly, however, Trump eventually prevailed, and now virtually nothing remains of the shipyard ruins.
Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I can appreciate that not everyone found the Cage worthy of saving, but I found it interesting that I was hardly alone in my passion for it. (I even had a letter printed, with artwork, in the NYTimes, and back in the day, there was a community of support for the structure).
I don't equate our small battle here in NYC on the waterfront with the truly criminal abuse and despoiling evident in Scotland at Trump's hands, but it's an interesting link. I applaud the efforts of the Aberdeen home-owners and their supporters close and abroad who stand up to Trump the bully and thug. He is a joke and a fool, but unfortunately, one with a lot of power and influence. May he be foiled at every turn and run out of town.