
<p>I have been a constant critic of President Trump’s larger-than-life personality, and one of his traits that offends me most remains his insatiable desire to affix his name, face, and golden lettering to everything within reach. Fortunately, it is an eccentricity more than a life-and-death policy failing, yet it grows tiresome. One almost expects the man to brand the moon if only he could.</p>



<p>This compulsion did not begin in the White House. It carried over seamlessly from his private empire. We can understand the Trump name emblazoned across real estate projects around the globe. That practice follows a long tradition of Hilton—not Paris—and Marriott. Branding buildings is how developers sell dreams to the wealthy.</p>



<p>Yet Trump elevated the game. Before his first stint in the Oval Office, he peddled Trump Steaks, Trump Wine, Trump Vodka, and the Trump Foundation. Those ventures met mixed fates, with some collapsing faster than a poorly constructed casino. His personal plane’s fuselage screams “Trump” in letters larger than most airline logos.</p>



<p>Once Trump moved into the White House, the branding machine shifted into overdrive. Campaign merchandise expanded into a full retail empire—hats, shirts, Bibles, even sneakers. The latest offering is the Trump Watch, which the president himself hawks in television spots with the enthusiasm of a late-night infomercial host.</p>



<p>Political campaigns have long used retail sales to supplement donations. That tactic is hardly new. What is new is the Trump scale &#8212; a merchandising operation that would make even the most shameless carnival barker blush. Personally, I do not view it as a dignified look for the leader of the free world.</p>



<p>What bothers me more deeply is the relentless urge to rename, rebrand, or erect monuments in his own honor while still in office. Consider the United States Institute of Peace. Trump administration officials gutted the independent agency and then, with remarkable chutzpah, slapped the president’s name on the building itself. It is now the Donald J. Trump Institute of Peace—or so the signage proudly declares. One wonders if peace negotiations will henceforth require a licensing fee.</p>



<p>The Kennedy Center suffered a similar fate. Without much rationale beyond raw political muscle, Trump’s allies on the board tacked his name above the Kennedys at what is now the Donald J. Trump and John F. Kennedy Memorial Center for the Performing Arts. The man once hosted a beauty pageant and a reality television program, but those credentials hardly align with the center’s cultural mission. Democrats will surely reverse the change the moment they regain power, proving the move was always more about ego than enduring legacy.</p>



<p>His name now graces highways and airports. The West Palm Beach facility, near his Mar-a-Lago estate, became President Donald J. Trump International Airport earlier this year. Most presidents receive such honors posthumously or at least long after leaving office, when history has had time to render a verdict. Trump prefers his tributes served promptly.</p>



<p>Then there is the proposal for a passport picture of Donald J. Trump. While I have yet to see official confirmation of his visage appearing on every U.S. passport, the very idea fits the pattern so perfectly that it feels inevitable. Passports last a decade. Imagine traveling years after his presidency and still carrying his likeness through customs—a permanent, pocket-sized reminder of the branding era. It would be downright ridiculous, turning a serious document of international identity into another piece of Trump memorabilia.</p>



<p>Future projects promise even greater spectacle. Plans exist for a grand new White House ballroom to address longstanding complaints about the East Room’s inadequate size for major events. The idea holds merit for both entertainment and security reasons. Yet it comes as no surprise that Trump envisions it dedicated as the Trump White House Ballroom. I prefer something less partisan and more historic—perhaps simply the Presidential Ballroom, allowing future occupants to host events without feeling the ghost of White Houses past. (I once worked in the White House, and I cannot recall any room being named after a past president except the Lincoln Bedroom – which the 16<sup>th</sup> President never slept in. But I digress.)</p>



<p>Most ambitious of all is the proposed Triumphal Arch to mark America’s 250th birthday. Renderings depict a towering, gold-infused structure near Arlington National Cemetery, already dubbed the Arch de Trump by cheeky critics. Trump calls it the United States Triumphal Arch, but he would have it recognized as the Trump Arch. While I support commemorating the semiquincentennial with grandeur, an arch should evoke independence and shared national triumph, not a single President. Call it the Independence Anniversary Arch. Something neutral. Something that will not prompt future presidents to erect competing monuments like rival shopping malls. Yes, we have the Washington Monument and Lincoln and Jefferson memorials, etc., but represent unique men of unique greatness and accomplishment – and were erected posthumously.</p>



<p>One cannot ignore the aesthetic signature that characterizes all of Trump stamped projects &#8212; oceans of gold leaf. Artists’ conceptions of the new ballroom and White House renovations drip with it. Anyone who has seen photographs of Trump’s New York penthouse understands the vision—opulent, shiny, and unmistakably gilted. The man clearly believes more more gold connotes more greatness. (I am not opposed to gold. In fact, there is a running joke among my family about my use of gold paint on restored antiques. But I am a piker compared to Trump. But I digress.)</p>



<p>Trump’s obsession with the glitter of gold is not fascism or symbols of tyranny&#8211; or any other ism that keeps think-tank scholars awake at night. It is a personality quirk – perhaps showmanship run amok. He is the eternal real-estate developer treating the nation’s capital like an unfinished condominium project.</p>



<p>Trump built a personal brand so powerful that it became a political force. That is no small achievement. Yet, when the branding spills into public institutions, airports, peace institutes, and performing arts centers, it crosses from savvy marketing into self-parody.</p>



<p>Future historians will debate his policies on trade, wars, borders, and the economy. They may spend less time on the gold-plated bathroom fixtures or the number of buildings bearing his name. Still, the pattern reveals something essential about the man &#8212; an unshakable belief that his personal brand and the country’s success are inextricably intertwined.</p>



<p>In an era of serious challenges and crisis-level issues, this habit remains mostly harmless eccentricity. Tiresome eccentricity, to be sure, but eccentricity, nonetheless. One can only hope that when the Trump era ends, the nation’s signage budget receives a well-deserved rest. America deserves monuments to its ideals, not to any one temporary tenant of the Oval Office. It is in hindsight that future generations will decide the tributes to Trump – as it has been and should be.</p>



<p>So, there ‘tis.</p>

Trump’s Need to Put His Moniker on Everything Is Tiresome … but Harmless
