Cindy Adams

Cindy Adams

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Cindy Adams: Trump’s niece is ‘drawing blood to make money’ with new book

I know Donald more years than most people are alive. We met 1971. I’ve flown alongside him in his private jet when he was running hot. I’ve flown ahead of him in a cheapo domestic flight seat when he wasn’t running hot. I’ve flown on his helicopter with Roy Cohn. Been to his marriages, homes, hotels.

I know him.

Call it happenstance, serendipity, marriage, friendship, whatever — but for many years I’ve sat ringside and seen, heard and smelled it all. And I remember. This is to state — not what I feel, believe or think — what I know.

When Donald and Cohn were closer than Biden and his caregiver, I was there. Right there. I heard, I saw, I understood. I know when Donald’s sister Maryanne became a judge, Donald was supportive. Very supportive. Knowing Maryanne’s capabilities — Holyoke, Columbia, Hofstra grad — Roy was supportive. Very supportive. Maryanne moved into my Fifth Avenue building. She and I had dinners together. I saw her up front at her brother’s inaugural.

A new book by Donald’s nasty nobody nothing niece indicates Maryanne trashes him. When did this happen? I only know that I never witnessed her hostility or ingratitude.

What I’ve witnessed is that money, estates, inheritances, trusts and wills turn families evil. So, to make a buck you make a book. This is a vendetta written by a zero who’s scratching for 10 minutes of fame. Like Bolton, who can’t hold a job and wants to cash in, these losers are literary medics. Drawing blood to make money.

I seek no war with anyone. Not even with my friends, whom I love and love me, yet are so far left their cars won’t turn right. But I know what this unknown roach is creeping out to do, and I need to correct that which I know.

This niece’s need to get noticed got another item wrong. She paints ugliness between the president and his father she calls a “sociopath.” Let me tell you about that. Only once was Donald angry with me. Bitterly angry. Why? Because I had not attended the invitation to his father’s funeral. I remember his words: “You disrespected my father.”

This isn’t her first rodeo. The family’s had to, and worked to, muzzle her before. So, forget her book. Wait for the movie.

The not-so-great migration

Florida, hot with weather plus coronavirus, is losing its infected residents. They’re back. In New York. Not by plane, train or bus. By car. It’s an exodus. They’d gone south when NYC fell ill. No planes, so they drove. Now, with Florida a wall-to-wall ward, they’re returning here. I know three families who drove back. Their cars bore New York plates. Crossed the bridge, paid the toll, sailed right into Midtown. No quarantine, no mask, no temperature check. No nothing. Back mingling. Back partying. Back here. De Blasio, busy painting Fifth Avenue’s sidewalk, has no time to mind the store and fix this — so how about our “I’m in charge” governor?

Book a room

Enough with staying home? Itchy passport? London’s Hotel 41, with roof garden overlooking Buckingham, will take you. And as they’re changing the sheets, you can see the Changing of the Guard. Also Prince Andrew sneaking in the servants’ entrance.

Look out east

Out east on the oceanfront, director Jerry Mitchell’s in Fire Island Pines. “Kinky Boots” star Billy Porter’s in waterfront Bellport. Tommy Tune, Southampton. Producer Daryl Roth, East Hampton. A pool away, Scott Rudin. Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick, Amagansett, near John Benjamin Hickey, director of “Plaza Suite,” which has, of course, been delayed. New York 1’s Frank DiLella in Southampton quarantining with Peggy Siegal. So, if you’re looking to see Broadway this summer, get on the LIE.

Only in New York, kids, only in New York.