Unhinged: An Insider's Account of the Trump White House

by Omarosa Manigault Newman

Day eighty-three, Donald dropped the “Mother of All Bombs”—the most powerful conventional bomb in the American arsenal—into a cave network in Afghanistan. He was obsessed with it. He fixated on it for weeks afterward, and his retelling of the story seemed to edge out his constant recounting of Election Night for a time. If anyone went to his offices, he’d regale them by saying, “I was sitting there with my chocolate cake and they came in and told me, ‘We’re going to do it!’ and I gave the approval. I told them they could drop the ‘mother of all bombs. . . .’ ” He kept repeating it, almost like he was reliving it with whomever was in his company. “Did you see that ‘mother of all bombs’ drop?” A day later, “Oh my

The unofficial line? That she wasn’t very well liked and, allegedly, Trump didn’t approve of her handling of his tanning bed. I’d heard he was unhappy with her efforts to procure the bed, to bring it into the East Wing securely, to find a discreet place for it, and to set it up properly. Also, apparently, Reid just hated him and didn’t hide her feelings about

believe that by avoiding Donald’s clasp in public, Melania was grasping the full extent of her new power. At any time, if she so desired, she could humiliate him in public with small, ambiguous gestures, just as he’d openly humiliated her with his affairs and lascivious behavior for years. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop her.

after a meeting in the Oval with Michael Cohen, I saw him put a note in his mouth. Since Trump was ever the germaphobe, I was shocked he appeared to be chewing and swallowing the paper. It must have been something very, very sensitive.

Now, imagine the president, in his room in the residence, with only his tanning bed for company (Melania sleeps in her own room down the hall), enjoying himself immensely with the chaos and headlines he was creating in the middle of the night about an accidentally sent tweet. He stumped the world with a typo.

Anthony walked out, made a left by the chief of staff’s office, where all the assistants sat, stepped into a little cubby-like office, and started crying. One of the assistants saw and heard the whole thing. She described it as “a girly cry.” I like to think

This was the man who refused to look at me in meetings, who’d refused to speak much more than a word to me in three months, who would, in good time, attempt to smear my reputation with lies. Kelly’s loathing of Congressman Wilson could only be based on his hatred of black women. It was certainly not based on her actions. This is the same man who said that the Civil War was about compromise.

Incidentally, Hope was not the only female assistant to the president to have White House flings. Another highly visible assistant to the president might still be carrying on her affair right now.)

I realized that Donald Trump was the biggest distraction to his own presidency. Donald Trump, the individual, the person, because of who he is and what he stands for and how he operates, would always be the biggest hindrance for us. Donald Trump, who would attack civil rights icons and professional athletes, who would go after grieving black widows, who would say there were good people on both sides, who endorsed an accused child molester; Donald Trump, and his decisions and his behavior, was harming the country. I could no longer be a part of this madness. So, on that wintry day

It’s my opinion that Melania was forced to go to the border that day in June, essentially, to mop up her husband’s mess. She wore that jacket to hurt Trump, setting off a controversy that he would have to fix, prolonging the conversation about the administration’s insensitivity, ruining the trip itself, and trying to make sure that no one asked her to do something like that again. Not that Melania doesn’t have compassion for immigrant children; I’m sure she does. But she gladly, spitefully, wrecked her husband’s directives to make him look foolish.

In my opinion, Melania is counting every minute until he is out of office and she can divorce him.

I cling to the indefatigable American spirit of fairness and faith. I’m a patriot and I love my country enough to criticize it when it strays from its better self, but also hold on to the belief that our greatest days are still ahead of us.

All we need to remember is that Trump loves the hate. He thrives on criticism and insults. He delights in chaos and confusion. Taking to Twitter to call him names only fuels him and riles his base. To disarm him, starve his ego: don’t feed into it. Also, the public needs