You will not read anything in The Washington Post’s profile of Ivanka Trump that you haven’t read in virtually every other profile of the first daughter and Special Assistant to the President of the United States, a role she chose for herself after working for nearly two years to help elect her father, a corrupt bigot, to the presidency.
You already know that Trump believes it is hard to be a first daughter and special assistant to the president of the United States:
I am the daughter of the president. I am also an adviser to the president. And I respect that in that role I must work incredibly diligently to follow protocol as any other staffer would.
You already know Trump believes she is held to an “unfair standard” in her role as first daughter and special assistant to the president of the United States:
Ivanka argues her critics hold her to an unfair standard, and fundamentally misunderstand the way any White House works when they expect her to publicly contradict an administration policy. She does not see herself as a talking head and refuses to promote policies with which she personally disagrees; for instance, she was notably silent on last year’s Republican health-care plan, and has said little recently about her father’s guns agenda.
“When people say, ‘Where is Ivanka and why is she silent on X, Y, Z?,’ they don’t understand how any White House works,” Ivanka said. “No West Wing staffer should tweet things that are inconsistent with the policy of the White House.”
But did you know the first daughter and Special Assistant to the President of the United States has the handwritten lyrics to Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” in her office at the White House, a gift from one of the songwriters?
On a small table in her well-appointed office sit several pictures of her kids, a framed copy of Trump’s typed “Remarks Regarding the Capital of Israel”—signed “To Ivanka, Love Dad” in the president’s oversized Sharpie scribble—and the lyrics to Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’ ” handwritten to her by one of the songwriters. Unlike in the rest of the West Wing, including in the president’s private study, no big-screen televisions blare; she said she has little patience for cable news.
Democracy dies in darkness.
Correction: A previous version of this blog stated that the lyrics were on her desk. They are on a table in her office. We deeply regret the error please forgive us.