Page 160 - Too Much and Never Enough - Mary L. Trump

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Political Is Personal
Nearly a decade would pass before I saw my family again, in October 2009 at my cousin Ivanka’s wedding to Jared Kushner. I had no idea why I’d received the invitation—which was printed on the same heavy-gauge stationery favored by the Trump Organization.
As the limo I’d taken from my home on Long Island approached the clubhouse at Donald’s golf club in Bedminster, New Jersey, which looked eerily like the House, I was unsure what to expect. Ushers handed out black shawls, which made me feel a little less exposed as I wrapped one around my shoulders.
The outdoor ceremony took place beneath a large white tent. Gilt chairs were lined up in rows on either side of a gilt-trimmed runway carpet. The traditional Jewish chuppah, covered in white roses, was about the size of my house. Donald stood awkwardly in a yarmulke. Before the vows, Jared’s father, Charles, who’d been released from prison three years earlier, rose to tell us that when Jared had first introduced him to Ivanka, he had thought she would never be good enough to join his family. It was only after she had committed to converting to Judaism and worked hard to make it happen that he had begun to think she might be worthy of them after all. Considering that Charles had been convicted of hiring a prostitute to seduce his brother-in-law, taping their illicit encounter, and then sending the recording to his sister at his nephew’s engagement party, I found his condescension a bit out of line. After the ceremony, my brother, my sister- in-law, and I entered the clubhouse.
As I walked down the hallway, I saw my uncle Rob. My last exchange with him had been when he’d hung up on me in 1999 after I had told him