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The first honest insider’s account of the Trump administration.
After standing at Donald Trump’s side on Election Night, Cliff Sims joined him in the West Wing as Special Assistant to the President and Director of White House Message Strategy.
He soon found himself pulled into the President’s inner circle as a confidante, an errand boy, an advisor, a punching bag, and a friend. Sometimes all in the same conversation.
As a result, Sims gained unprecedented access to the President, sitting in on private meetings with key Congressional officials, world leaders, and top White House advisors. He saw how Trump handled the challenges of the office, and he learned from Trump himself how he saw the world.
For five hundred days, Sims also witnessed first-hand the infighting and leaking, the anger, joy, and recriminations. He had a role in some of the President’s biggest successes, and he shared the blame for some of his administration’s worst disasters. He gained key, often surprising insights into the players of the Trump West Wing, from Jared Kushner and John Kelly to Steve Bannon and Kellyanne Conway.
He even helped Trump craft his enemies list, knowing who was loyal and who was not.
And he took notes. Hundreds of pages of notes. In real-time.
Sims stood with the President in the eye of the storm raging around him, and now he tells the story that no one else has written—because no one else could. The story of what it was really like in the West Wing as a member of the President’s team. The story of power and palace intrigue, backstabbing and bold victories, as well as painful moral compromises, occasionally with yourself.
Team of Vipers tells the full story, as only a true insider could.
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First published January 29, 2019
”Give me their names,” the President intoned. Only in retrospect did I see how remarkable this was. I was sitting there with the President of the United States basically compiling an enemies list—but these enemies were within his own administration. If it had been a horror movie, this would have been the moment when everyone suddenly realizes that the call is coming from inside the house. . . .About three months later (but—alas!—long before the above wise biblical reflection), we can see Sims once more plotting against his enemies Spicer and Priebus:
I felt relieved, but I also felt—I don’t know—something very close to guilt. I had told the President the truth. I wasn’t making up lies about anyone. He had asked and I had given my sincere opinions. But in doing this I sense that I was losing myself in what I had rationalized as a necessary struggle for survival.
I missed Alabama. I missed my friends from church. . . I had lost the support of a community that made sure I wasn’t finding my identity in a job. After all, to paraphrase the Gospel according to Mark: What does it profit a man to survive in Trump’s White House but forfeit his soul?
”No one knows this yet,” a close friend of Scaramucci’s told me, “but the President is probably about to make Mooch the new White House Communications Director. The problem, the friend explained, was that Reince Priebus and Steve Bannon were going to do whatever it took to keep him out. . . .No, not really. At least not on this scale. Not the toppling of the Chief of Staff. And do you notice what important detail Sims leaves out but which is obvious from the context? He never says explicitly, “Then I made the decision to pick up the phone and call Scaramucci.” It’s not quite the same thing as mistakes were made, but if you ask me, it’s damn close.
The whole thing felt like “Game of Thrones,” but with the characters from “Veep.”
Scaramucci was looking for advice on how to handle the entire situation, and our mutual friend thought I was in a good position to help him out, especially since I was so frustrated with Spicer.
Within minutes, I was on the phone to Scaramucci . . .
I guess it should have concerned me more than it did that I was now involved in a plot to undermine the White House Chief of Staff. But it didn’t even cross my mind. This was the Trump White House and this sort of thing happened every day.