I wasn't just a Trump supporter.
I was a true believer.
I was one of his closest advisors.
The Trump family became my family.
I spent Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's all at
Mar a Lago.
I saw him when the cameras were off.
Behind closed doors.
Trump mocks his supporters.
He calls them basement dwellers.
On a hospital visit one time when people were dying
in the ICU, he was mad that the cameras were
not watching him.
He has no empathy, no morals, and no fidelity to
the truth.
He used to tell me.
It doesn't matter what you say, Stephanie.
Say it enough and people will believe you.
But it does matter.
What you says matter, and what you don't say matters.
On January 6th, I asked Melania if we could at
least tweet that while peaceful protest is the right of
every American, there's no place for lawlessness or violence.
She replied with one word.
No.
I became the first senior staffer to resign that day.
I couldn't be part of the insanity any longer.
When I was press secretary, I got skewered for never
holding a White House briefing.
It's because, unlike my boss, I never wanted to stand
at that podium and lie.
Now here I am behind a podium advocating for a
Democrat, and that's because I love my country more than
my party.
Kamala Harris tells the truth.
She respects the American people, and she has my vote.
Thank you.