On Tuesday morning, I found myself in the drab lobby of a towering Midtown hotel, killing a bit of time between an inconveniently scheduled meeting and lunch with a legit media titan whose office happened to be across the street. Manhattan semiotics are a source of endless fascination. Before me stretched a landscape of business travelers in their quarter zips and attendant Rimowa luggage; Easter week tourists in ill-fitting athleisure wear, staring off into space; local suits intently pregaming their business meetings; and the lanyard-clad conference crowd energized by a day away from the office. Hotel lobbies make for great people watching.
As I scanned the crowd, I dialed into one of my weekly meetings with
Leigh Ann Caldwell, one of my newest partners, who joined Puck earlier this year as our chief Washington correspondent. Leigh Ann has spent decades acquiring an august reputation as an unerringly fair, no-bullshit truth-teller—a journalist’s journalist, liked and feared by all. And in her first months at Puck, she’s broken a ton of news on the private conversation coursing through Capitol Hill—the fate of
Chuck Schumer, the titanic ambitions of
A.O.C.,
Trump’s tactics to rein in his party’s mavericks,
Mike Johnson’s insecurities, etcetera. One of the highlights of my week is our Tuesday morning editorial meeting, where I get to hear about her latest reporting targets in real time.
As I sunk into a generic modernist sofa, beholding the new rhythms of tariff-era Gotham, Leigh Ann laid out the plan for her next piece. Yes, the president has been recklessly discarding sacred norms—targeting universities and law firms, imposing tariffs on our most trusted trading partners, and deporting unconvicted civilians without due process, to name a few recent offenses. But Leigh Ann had heard that Trump was floating an even more radical idea for a Republican president: In a recent meeting with G.O.P. senators, he’d extemporized about hiking taxes on the wealthiest
Americans.
Ever since their meeting, Senate Republicans had been discussing the details of how raising taxes on the top 1 percent could work. The ideas included increasing the uppermost tax rate from 37 percent to 39.6 percent—the status quo during the
Obama years—for those making more than $609,000 per year. They also discussed the creation of a new, slightly higher tax bracket for those earning more than $1 million. It was a wild swing for the party of
Norquist and
Bush… and Trump, who is otherwise feverishly trying to extend the tax cuts he enshrined during his first term.
It might have seemed far-fetched, Leigh Ann noted during our chat, but it also reflected some of Trump’s own natural political aptitude. Taxing the rich, after all, would cut against the argument that the Republicans have become the party of oligarchy. And it would steal a popular issue from the maws of the Democrats. To wit: You might recall that A.O.C. once showed up to the Met Gala in an
Aurora James dress with the words “Tax the Rich” on the backside. It was a nice conversation piece at the time.
Leigh Ann’s story,
Trump Gets Ready… to Tax the Rich?, offers a vivid, nuanced portrayal of the modern Republican identity crisis—the evolution of a pro-trade, small-government, tax-cutting faction amid these bizarre and uncertain times. Trump’s proposal, after all, would represent a “reality altering” paradigm shift, as
Jared Bernstein, the former
Biden economic advisor, told Leigh Ann. The strategist
Jesse Ferguson put it even more adroitly: “It used to be that Democrats tried to sound like Republicans on taxes to win voters. Now, Republicans are trying to sound like Democrats.” Indeed, this is one of the great leitmotifs of our time, and precisely what you should expect from Puck.