Donald Trump could have gone any number of directions on Friday morning in his first speech after becoming a felon. A better human being might have expressed some remorse or a modicum of respect for the jury’s verdict, but that’s not who he is. He might have at least acknowledged that the historic conviction was a significant defeat and urged his supporters to help him rise above it in pursuit of some larger goal. But he didn’t even do that.
In fact, what was remarkable about the speech at Trump Tower was how little effect the conviction seems to have had on his permanent vocabulary of grievance. To hear him tell it, it’s just another speed bump erected by what he called the “fascists” in the Democratic Party, no different from his two impeachments, or the devastating Jan. 6 investigation, or the judgments against his business, or the civil finding that he is a sexual abuser. To acknowledge that this moment is spectacularly different would be to give the verdict real power, and he was determined to rob the legal system of any ability to get in his way.
And so, even though he must have known that the audience for this speech would be unusually large, he tossed out the same jumbled shards of anger, lies and hyperbole that he dispenses every day on the trail. The usual journalistic cliché for speeches like this one is “rambling,” but at least on a ramble you actually go someplace, if slowly. Trump, on the other hand, had no apparent destination.
He insulted the district attorney, Alvin Bragg, and said Justice Juan Merchan “looks like an angel but he’s really a devil.” But those attacks were blended with fevered denunciations of President Biden for imaginary policies like banning cars, letting vast mobs of terrorists march unimpeded into the country and ruining the country with a politicized system of justice. “We are living in a fascist state,” he said.
Regarding the trial itself, he bashed Michael Cohen as a “sleazebag,” denied having a sexual affair and dismissed the crime of falsifying business records as some kind of bookkeeping hiccup. The jury didn’t believe any of this for a minute, of course, but Trump will never stop trying to litigate it, and he was even less effective than his inept lawyers.
The only real acknowledgment that something unusual had happened was when he called the conviction “a great, great honor” that he was willing to bear, as if he were Saint Sebastian, pierced by Democratic arrows for the country’s greater good. His wounds, however, are entirely self-inflicted.