Thread: Physically Attacked by Donald Trump – a PEOPLE Writer’s Own Harrowing Story

Physically Attacked by Donald Trump – a PEOPLE Writer’s Own Harrowing Story

By Natasha Stoynoff
Posted on October 12, 2016 at 10:31pm EDT

In December 2005, PEOPLE writer Natasha Stoynoff went to Mar-a-Lago to interview Donald and Melania Trump. What she says happened next left her badly shaken. Reached for comment, a spokeswoman for Trump said, “This never happened. There is no merit or veracity to this fabricated story.” What follows is Stoynoff’s account.

“Just for the record,” Anderson Cooper asked Donald Trump, during the presidential debate last Sunday, “are you saying … that you did not actually kiss women without (their) consent?”

“I have not,” Trump insisted.

I remember it differently.

In the early 2000s, I was assigned the Trump beat for PEOPLE magazine. For years I reported on all things Donald.

I tracked his hit show The Apprentice, attended his wedding to Melania Knauss and roamed the halls of his lavish Trump Tower abode. Melania was kind and sweet during our many chats, and Donald was as bombastic and entertaining as you would expect. We had a very friendly, professional relationship.

Then, in December 2005, around the time Trump had his now infamous conversation with Billy Bush, I traveled to Mar-a-Lago to interview the couple for a first-wedding-anniversary feature story.

Our photo team shot the Trumps on the lush grounds of their Florida estate, and I interviewed them about how happy their first year of marriage had been. When we took a break for the then-very-pregnant Melania to go upstairs and change wardrobe for more photos, Donald wanted to show me around the mansion. There was one “tremendous” room in particular, he said, that I just had to see.

“I just start kissing them,” he said to Bush. “It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything.”

We walked into that room alone, and Trump shut the door behind us. I turned around, and within seconds he was pushing me against the wall and forcing his tongue down my throat.

Now, I’m a tall, strapping girl who grew up wrestling two giant brothers. I even once sparred with Mike Tyson. It takes a lot to push me. But Trump is much bigger — a looming figure — and he was fast, taking me by surprise and throwing me off balance. I was stunned. And I was grateful when Trump’s longtime butler burst into the room a minute later, as I tried to unpin myself.

The butler informed us that Melania would be down momentarily, and it was time to resume the interview.

I was still in shock and remained speechless as we both followed him to an outdoor patio overlooking the grounds. In those few minutes alone with Trump, my self-esteem crashed to zero. How could the actions of one man make me feel so utterly violated? I’d been interviewing A-list celebrities for over 20 years, but what he’d done was a first. Did he think I’d be flattered?

I tried to act normal. I had a job to do, and I was determined to do it. I sat in a chair that faced Trump, who waited for his wife on a loveseat. The butler left us, and I fumbled with my tape recorder. Trump smiled and leaned forward.

“You know we’re going to have an affair, don’t you?” he declared, in the same confident tone he uses when he says he’s going to make America great again. “Have you ever been to Peter Luger’s for steaks? I’ll take you. We’re going to have an affair, I’m telling you.” He also referenced the infamous cover of the New York Post during his affair with Marla Maples.

“You remember,” he said. “‘Best Sex I Ever Had.’ ”

Melania walked in just then, serene and glowing. Donald instantly reverted back to doting husband mode, as if nothing had happened, and we continued our interview about their wedded bliss. I nodded at his hollow words and smiled at his jokes, but I was nauseated. It didn’t seem to register to him in the slightest that what he’d done might have hurt or offended me, or his wife.

An hour later, I was back at my hotel. My shock began to wear off and was replaced by anger. I kept thinking, Why didn’t I slug him? Why couldn’t I say anything?

The next morning, anger became fear. Earlier in my trip, I had tried to arrange a session at Mar-a-Lago’s spa for my chronic neck problem — the spa was part of a private resort separate from the Trump residence — but they were booked up. Trump had gotten wind of that before the interview and called himself, asking the top massage therapist if he would come in extra early to see me, as a favor to him.

I’d been up all night worrying — had I done something to encourage his behavior? But I decided to keep the appointment. I was running late and rushed to the spa with my luggage in tow. I found my designated therapist in a panic.

“I’m so, so sorry,” I apologized, “Can we do 30 minutes and I’ll pay you for the whole hour?”

“Never mind that. Mr. Trump was here waiting for you!”

“What? Where?”

“Here. In the massage room. Waiting for you. He waited 15 minutes, then had to leave for a meeting.”

“But why was he here?” I asked. “Is he coming back?”

The therapist shrugged. I lay on the massage table, but my eyes were on the doorknob the entire time. He’s going to show up and this guy’s going to let him in with me half-naked on a table. I cut the session short, got dressed and left for the airport.

Back in my Manhattan office the next day, I went to a colleague and told her everything.

“We need to go to the managing editor,” she said, “And we should kill this story, it’s a lie. Tell me what you want to do.”

But, like many women, I was ashamed and blamed myself for his transgression. I minimized it (“It’s not like he raped me…”); I doubted my recollection and my reaction. I was afraid that a famous, powerful, wealthy man could and would discredit and destroy me, especially if I got his coveted PEOPLE feature killed.

“I just want to forget it ever happened,” I insisted. The happy anniversary story hit newsstands a week later and Donald left me a voicemail at work, thanking me.

“I think you’re terrific,” he said, “the article was great and you’re great.”

Yeah, I thought. I’m great because I kept my mouth shut.

I asked to be taken off the Trump beat, and I never interviewed him again. A few months later, I saw Trump at the memorial service of a mutual friend, designer Oleg Cassini. We were both giving eulogies, but I avoided him. That winter, I actually bumped into Melania on Fifth Avenue, in front of Trump Tower as she walked into the building, carrying baby Baron.

“Natasha, why don’t we see you anymore?” she asked, giving me a hug.

I was quiet and smiled, telling her I’d missed her, and I squeezed little Baron’s foot. I couldn’t discern what she knew. Did she really not guess why I hadn’t been around?

Except for a few close friends and family, I didn’t talk about the incident. In time, I chalked it up to one of the hazards of a roller coaster ride of celebrity journalism: I’d danced barefoot in Cannes with John Travolta, sang with Paul McCartney, talked about Bogie with Bacall, quoted Shakespeare with Brando and Prince Andrew yelled at me until I cried. Oh, and Donald Trump forced himself on me. I tried to make myself believe it was no big deal.

Only, it was.

Now he’s running for president of our country. The other day, I listened to him talk about how he treats women on the Access Hollywood tape. I felt a strong mix of emotions, but shock wasn’t one of them.

I was relieved. I finally understood for sure that I was not to blame for his inappropriate behavior. I had not been singled out. As he explained to Billy Bush, it was his usual modus operandi with women. I felt deep regret for not speaking out at the time. What if he had done worse to other female reporters at the magazine since then because I hadn’t warned them?

And lastly, I felt violated and muzzled all over again.

During the presidential debate, Donald Trump lied about kissing women without their consent. I should know. His actions made me feel bad for a very long time.

They still do.

Four years after the Trump incident, I left the magazine to write screenplays and books — a few are New York Times bestsellers.

I’m not sure what locker room talk consists of these days. I only know that I wasn’t in a locker room when he pushed me against a wall. I was in his home, as a professional, and his beautiful pregnant wife was just upstairs.

Talk is talk. But it wasn’t just talk in my case, it was very much action.

And, just for the record, Mr. Trump, I did not consent.

http://people.com/politics/donald-tr...people-writer/

LOL!! Oh my God!! Get the lawyers on People Magazine, too!!

So for the 5 years you covered "all things Donald", you hadn't noticed that he's a dog, a scoundrel, a predator? Not in all your years of reporting on Donald Trump you didn't know he grabbed, groped, kissed and assaulted women??!! Well, what kind of "all things Donald" reporter were you??!!

You claim you covered and reported on this man for 5 years but never heard or saw of anything like this, that he was pleasant, bombastic, professional, then all of a sudden out of the blue he ushers you into a room, closes the door and throws you up against the wall, only to be saved by the "butler". Then after your harrowing experience, instead of getting on an airplane back to New York, you decide to visit his "spa" for a "massage". Then after the massage therapist tells you Trump had been there waiting for you for 15 minutes, you proceed to undress and get a neck massage or whatever, all after your "harrowing" experience, as you laid their half naked watching the door knob expecting Trump to burst in and harrow you some more??!!

Oh my God, you people can't come up with even one story that anyone with 2 live brain cells still connected would believe.

This is totally pathetic and for People magazine to run this ridiculous half-baked story on the eve of a Presidential Election is even more absurd.

I'm not saying Donald Trump is a choir boy, I'm sure he was a playboy of sorts. That was actually the persona he was going for in New York back in the 1970's before he got married to Ivana, a normal guy who liked women. Is this now a crime in the United States? For men to like women? For men to hit on women? For men to like to be with women? I sure as hell hope not.

But the absurdity of these particular stories that aren't even well thought out are comedy. I mean the woman on the plane says right on her video for the NYT, if he'd just stayed rubbing me above the waist, then maybe I wouldn't have cared, but when he went under my skirt, well that was it and I was out of there. WHAT?? You let some guy on an airplane rub on your boobs with his arms all over you like an octopus, and that was fine??!! A complete stranger to you? Someone you didn't know and according to your own words had never even heard of before?!! You even say he was "young, blonde and very tall". He was sitting down presumably on the window side in First Class, otherwise you couldn't have left without climbing over him, how would you notice that he was tall?

Ridiculous.

Well, call your lawyers, because he's going to sue you all for everything you've got. And rightly so.

Defaming anyone is a big deal. Defaming Donald Trump is an even bigger deal. Defaming Donald Trump while he's a Presidential Candidate is the biggest frigging deal there is.

A bunch of Hillary Airheads defaming Donald Trump 25 days before a Presidential Election when he's a candidate for President. Oh my God, you stupid, stupid people.

Michelle Obama has added her voice of condemnation toward Donald Trump. She and others expressing outrage at the leaked taped words and alleged actions of Donald Trump and decrying the damage to children, to young people, and women may want to go check and listen to the words of artists and rappers their children choose to listen to with or without parental oversight. Maybe some of the artists, rappers, have visited the White House. Michelle Obama may want to check the word and music choices of her husband and her daughters.

I personally don't like hearing the constant garbage of words or actions and it is disappointing but it is being purposely used to help those who want to keep minds off of the important issues. And the manufactured outrage of those who may do and say awful things is unbelievable.

Something else that's unbelievable is how they're spinning the news of this "talk" on the television is hurting their children and blaming Trump for that!!! Trump never said this in public, it was in a private contract-protected conversation on a bus with the people he was working for which is why he was on the bus to begin with, to do a cameo in a Soap Opera for NBC.

Their children are exposed to this smut because of the actions of:

1. NBC News
2. NBC's subsidiary Access Hollywood
3. NBC Corporation
4. Washington Post
5. CNN and every media organization that ran the tape of a private contract-protected conversation

Those are the Smut Sellers, no better than a Hustler Magazine.

These are the Truth Tellers:



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CaFGy-WlF0

Big Difference.

MELANIA TRUMP Sends People Mag Cease and Desist Letter – IS NOT EVEN FRIENDS WITH WOMAN IN HIT PIECE!

Jim Hoft Oct 13th, 2016 7:06 pm

The Wikileaks Podesta documents proved once and for all that the Democrat Party and mainstream media are one entity.

They meet. They plan. They coordinate. They collude.
They dine together. They vacation together. They plot narrative together. They share debate questions together.
They disseminate the information to the masses.

And this Democrat-media complex is waging war against the Trump family like no other Republican family in history.

But the Trump Family is fighting back.

Melania Trump, wife of Donald Trump, sent a cease and desist letter to People Magazine on Thursday for its fraudulent article on Mrs. Donald Trump.

! @people #NatashaStoynoff pic.twitter.com/zXNm6boveP

— MELANIA TRUMP (@MELANIATRUMP) October 13, 2016

Here is the letter:





Melania wrote:

The following statements in the Story, among others, are false and completely fictionalized. We therefore demand that you immediately and permanently remove each of these statements from the Story, and print a prominent retraction and apology:

1. “That winter, I actually bumped into Melania on Fifth Avenue, in front of Trump Tower as she walked into the building, carrying baby Barron.”
2. “‘Natasha, why don’t we see you anymore?’ she asked, giving me a hug.”
3. “I was quiet and smiled, telling her I’d missed her, and I squeezed little Barron’s foot.”

The true facts are these: Mrs. Trump did not encounter Ms. Stoynoff on the street, nor have any conversation with her. The two are not friends and were never friends or even friendly.

My God! These elitists aren’t even fact-checking these hit pieces!
They’re just throwing crap out and hoping that something sticks!

What disgusting People!


Natasha Stoynoff

MELANIA DOESN’T EVEN KNOW THIS WOMAN!
WOW!

http://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2016...woman-article/