Natalie Harp would be just another of those adoring faces behind Trump at a rally, ever smiling, laughing at the weakest of his jokes, delighted when he breaks into his absurd Trump-dance, fists jutting out, jowl-flaps quivering. Instead, as has been pointed out ad nauseum over the last few days, there she is seated at his side in Marine One, at his heels on the tarmac, even included in his stealth exit from the G-7 summit in an airline food service container, carted off to a lesser version of Air Force One as the real plane served as a decoy.
That Harp was among the select few in Turkey is what publicly reintroduced her as ever-present in Trump’s life: his “human printer,” Trump’s “binkie,” according to the increasingly acerbic Maggie Haberman, who seems to have delightfully discovered her inner-snark since the book she wrote about Trump with Jonathan Swan, “Regime Change,” hit the number one slot on the Times bestseller list.
Every blog on the planet has taken on the phenomenon of Natalie this week. Jonathan V. Last at the Bulwark weighed in with “Trump’s Human Printer is Cray-Cray.” Jo Jo from Jerz wrote a hilarious take-down of the woman she calls “Trump’s flowers in the attic fluffer,” counseling that she should be, at age 35, drowning herself in a margarita in a “glass the size of a Home Depot lighting fixture” and “spending six disastrous weeks with a personal trainer named Bryce” she met on Hinge.
Everyone is taking note of Harp’s apparent devotion to The Man Who Doesn’t Deserve It, Donald Trump, whose own wife has decamped permanently, or just about, to New York to be with Barron as he studies for his classes at NYU and makes crypto trades on inside information he gloms from his brothers and his daddy.
Harp is said to be the one who stays up late with Trump in the White House helping him post his insane Truth Social rants. She was at his side at Mar a Lago when Trump posted more than 40 attacks on E. Jean Carroll after he was found liable of sexually abusing and defaming her. When he travels – which is at least weekly to one of his golf resorts -- Harp follows him around carrying a portable printer she uses to supply him with a never-ending plethora of stories praising him that she prints out from right wing media such as Gateway Pundit.
In other words, her job – she is a government employee working in the White House – is to keep the President of the United States happy.
Senator Jon Ossoff brought Harp to the fore last week in a campaign speech in Georgia when he noted that given his druthers, Trump would rather “travel with Natalie” on his flying Qatari bribe palace than do the actual job of overseeing a war on Iran that has driven the price of gas and everything else through the roof and caused the deaths of 18 U.S. servicemembers.
In response, Trump compared Ossoff to Pew Wee Herman, and the right-wing media went performatively nuts, defending…well, what exactly were they defending? Trump’s right to be attended by a Stepford person outfitted in tight skirts and skyscraper heels and blond hair and perfect makeup, just the way Trump likes them?
Yes. That’s what they’re defending, because Natalie Harp fits in with the right-wing uber-narrative that Donald Trump is entitled to Whatever He Wants, whether it’s destroying the White House or slapping his name on everything in Washington from the Kennedy Center to neighborhood trash receptacles. Jonathan Last at The Bulwark got close to it with this: “Trump’s defenders are eager to pretend that Ossoff was suggesting an affair between Trump and Harp because the reality of the relationship is so much worse.”
But beyond all the juicy inside-Washington hint-dropping about the relationship between Trump and Harp, whatever it is, what’s really going on here?
If you expand the definition of what an abusive relationship is, this is one of them. Trump is the problem, not Natalie Harp. We don’t know what goes on between them behind closed doors. They might do a little light petting, or he might find ways to belittle her the way he does to every female media figure. We’ll never know unless Harp one days treats us to a tell-all, revealing their secret love-texts or the inside details of his twisted take on women.
But it’s clear that Trump is taking advantage of her. He is using her in the way that abusive men use women who are dedicated to them as spouses or bosses. The gigantic bag Harp is photographed carrying around behind him could contain a portable printer, or it could be his laundry, or as the snark-set speculates, a supply of his Depends. She is his porter, and he obviously enjoys seeing her in that role. Whatever the bag contains could be transported to Marine One or to his limousine or through the doors of Mar a Lago or Bedminster by an actual porter, an employee hired for the purpose of carrying luggage and other accoutrements of a traveling executive.
Trump gets off on Harp’s self-negating devotion. He doesn’t have to belittle her in public to bend her to his will, the aim of every abuser. She does it to herself. Natalie Harp is a victim in a sick relationship. She is not to blame. Trump is.




