In his book, The Art of the Deal, Donald Trump shares with his readers a typical hour-by-hour day of phone calls and meetings with various New York officials over building permits, acquisitions and charities.
By 3:00 pm, there is no sign of lunch.
No, Donald Trump is not fasting.
Exhausting details have simply consumed his day.
When his stomach gets sore at him, he asks Norma Foerderer, his executive assistant, for a can of tomato juice.
“I rarely go out,” Trump says, “because mostly, it is a waste of time.”
Say what you may, but I thought this was one of the most interesting tidbits of his book.
The vision of Kurdish freedom fighters eating bread and cheese on the run flash in my mind’s eye.
Closer to my library, I am reminded of Barbara Tuchman, the author of The Guns of August, who packed raisins and nuts for her lunch while researching for her book at the New York Public Library in Manhattan.
Trump is now president of the United States and Tuchman has gifted America a canonical work that apparently has already stopped a Nuclear War over Cuba.
Hard work, as my late brother was fond of saying, is still capable of miracles in America and I hope it is in Kurdistan as well.
But Trump’s 30-year-old book is not just about tomato juice; nor is it strictly about real estate deals, even though there are plenty of those between its covers.
There are also lessons for the Kurds.
One is about a woman named Annabel Hill.
She and her family are farmers living in Waynesboro, Georgia, when not one but two tragedies strike them in 1986.
The first disaster hits the family farm, owned for several generations, when their bank sends them a foreclosure notice that their farm might be auctioned off soon.
The second calamity strikes the family when Leonard Hill Sr., Annabel Hill’s husband, takes his own life thinking that his life insurance policy would wipe out their $300,000 debt.
It doesn’t. Insurance doesn’t pay for suicides.
Mr. Hill’s death becomes news and Tom Brokaw broadcasts it on NBC Nightly News.
Mr. Trump happens to be one of the viewers of the program.
He gets in touch with Mrs. Hill and promises to save her farm.
He sets up the Annabel Hill Fund and urges his friends to donate.
Money pours in, but is short $ 39,000.
Mr. Trump makes up the difference and flies the family to New York—and this is my favorite part—for a “Mortgage Burning Party” in the atrium of Trump Tower.
A tearful Mrs. Hill exclaims: “I’m just so grateful. … It’s really hard with the main person in your family gone. This kind of eases the ache a little bit.”
The fact that it is Christmas season and Mr. Trump milks the occasion with invitations to the donors and the media doesn’t lessen the good that he does for Mrs. Hill.
Call me a romantic if you will, but I immediately thought of the Treaty of Lausanne and how we could get President Trump help us burn it on the South Lawn of the White House.
Perhaps President Barzani should bring it up with President Trump when they meet face to face for the first time at the Oval Office.
President Barzani should tell Mr. Trump:
The Sunni cutthroats of Syria and Iraq have declared a war on the Kurds as infidels and enslaved our women as sex slaves.
They have also promised to raise their blood-dripping black rag over the White House.
Help us with our independence and we could become the sentries of freedom against our common foes.
Once they are gone, let us consecrate our joint victory by holding a “Burn the Treaty of Lausanne Party” on the South Lawn of the White House.
That odious treaty, conceived and executed by the wayward nations of Modern Europe, has enslaved the Kurds the way the Hills’ bank held the title to the family’s heirloom.
You helped the diminutive Mrs. Hill feel great again and the same is needed to make the Kurds feel free now.
“Burn the Mortgage Party” earned you the gratitude of thousands of Americans and helped you become the 45th president of the United States.
“Burn the Treaty of Lausanne Party” will forever guarantee your legacy and that of Americans as the most fervent supporters of freedom.
In doing what we do, we are trying to fill, hard as it is, Thomas Jefferson’s time-tested seven-league boots.
In helping us, I know, you would be paying homage to America’s most famous friend, Marquis de Lafayette.
Will it work?
Let us ask Hegel: “Thought achieves more in the world than practice; for once the realm of imagination has been revolutionized, reality cannot resist.”
Kani Xulam @AKINinfo