Quincy Jones recently gave an interview to Vulture. It’s an interesting read to say the least. He dropped bombs on everyone, from Bono, to Michael Jackson, to Ivanka Trump. By bombs, I mean he said some shit that some of us weren’t expecting to hear. I got into a long and stupid debate regarding the Ivanka Trump bit so that’s what I am going to focus on here.
Here is what he said about Ivanka:
QJ: I used to date Ivanka, you know.
Vulture: Wait, really?
QJ: Yes, sir. Twelve years ago. Tommy Hilfiger, who was working with my daughter Kidada said, “Ivanka wants to have dinner with you.” I said, “No problem. She’s a fine motherfucker.” She had the most beautiful legs I ever saw in my life. Wrong father, though.
At face value, I wouldn’t think much of this. Honestly I could care less. He’s a legend and he probably could get a date with Ivanka regardless of the fact that she was literally one third his age. However when people decide “he fucked Ivanka”, I begin to take issue with the whole thing.
Let’s look at the facts.
Ivanka Trump is gorgeous, young, and the daughter of a billionaire (who happens to be President of the United States and also the back of his head looks like cat butt). Quincy Jones was 72 at the time and a music legend. According to Quincy himself, she stated that she wanted to have dinner with him on a single occasion. That’s all there is in the realm of facts.
Here’s where you have to make your own decisions. Why would a hot young heiress date a 72 year old man, let alone have sex with him? So I automatically throw the implied “Quincy fucked Ivanka” out of the window. Is that sexism to make that implication of someone saying they “dated”? Probably. Because it automatically paints Quincy in a favorable light as an old man who managed to have sex with a PYT with her own money. Depending on your perception of women, it paints Ivanka unfavorably. So of course Trump haters love that narrative.
I don’t even believe Quincy Jones “dated” Ivanka Trump. My common sense won’t let me believe the ramblings of an old black man. I know old black men, legendary or not. I know the kinds of stories they tell. They paint themselves as the heroes of their stories. I look forward to my own embellishments marinated in I-don’t-give-a-fuckery.
I am not calling Quincy Jones a liar, though if you read the interview, the man certainly has a big ego. I think Quincy decided to perceive his dinner with Ivanka as a date and eventually believed it himself after 12 years. With that, stating that they “dated” is technically not a lie. That’s Quincy’s truth. Only Ivanka Trump can offer up an alternative truth, and then we would have to decide who we want to believe.
This time, I am on the side of feminism. I am not a fan of Trump, but I choose to give his family, especially the women, the benefit of the doubt (free Melania). Men tell stories about women all the time and women cannot always defend themselves, especially if the public has already decided that the story is fact based on their own personal biases and favoritism of the parties involved along with their perception of women in general.
In fact, it’s very ironic that the #MeToo movement essentially contains the same fuel. Stories about men (accusations of rape and sexual misconduct) that essentially allow no defense. The public decides based on the accusation. Very similar to the OJ verdict when a black man managed to beat the system seemingly against all odds and facts. Sometimes unfairness turns around and destroys the original beneficiaries. Maybe that’s how life balances itself out. Not by balance, but by imbalance against different parties at different times.