Donald Trump is a man without a country. The Queens neighborhood where he grew up has changed radically, and is now home to some of the Muslims he disparages. In New York, a left-leaning city and state, his presidential run is met with derision and embarrassment.
And
then there’s Scotland. Trump has long sought Alban affection, only to
be met—in large part—with a Caledonian cold shoulder. From the Borders
to the Hebrides, Trump has sought to emphasize his ties with Scotland;
in return, he’s earned loathing in Midlothian and antipathy in Ayrshire. The latest blow came this week, when the U.K. Supreme Court rejected
his efforts to block the installation of wind turbines off the coast of
Aberdeen, which Trump argued would sully Scotland’s pristine beauty—and
the view from his golf development.
It’s the latest in a series of recent slights, including losing his status as an honorary ambassador for Scottish business and being stripped of an honorary degree from Robert Gordon University in Aberdeen. Trump lashed out at the decision, accusing the Scottish government
of a “foolish, small-minded, and parochial mentality.” But he hasn’t
always felt that way, and has long courted Scots. The tale begins with
Trump’s mother.
Read more: Wind Farms and Broken Promises: Donald Trump's Tortured History With Scotland - The Atlantic
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