Friday night I was glued to the CSPAN livestream of the work to remove the name of Donald J. Trump from the Kennedy Center. It never belonged there.
I began to fantasize Trump inserting himself into the Lincoln Memorial, with a sculpture of him seated next to Lincoln, in the newly renamed Trump Lincoln Memorial. Why not slap his name on the Washington Monument? Who would stop him? What else can he name for himself?
So to see his name removed, letter by letter, was a historic event, as well as a profound humiliation for Trump. But I didn’t get to see it because it didn’t happen until 3 am, which I thought happened not only because of a rain delay but because of purposeful, deliberate slow-walking to make sure few people saw it.
Since the Kennedy Center opened, it has had a bipartisan board. It was not political. It attracted leading artists. It was, as intended, a great cultural institution for artists. It was an honor to perform there. Until Trump.
Until Trump dismissed the members of the board appointed by Biden and replaced them with Trump toadies. Trump named himself to the board, and the new board elected Trump as its president, a position never before held by the President. Trump is petty, wracked by envy, a hunger for respect, and a passion for retribution.
As the Kennedy Center turned political, wholly owned by Trump, artists began canceling their performances. The biggest blow was the cancellation of Hamilton, which was sure to be sold out.
He fired the professional arts administrator who led the Kennedy Center and replaced her with a Trump loyalist, Richard Grennell, Ambassador to Germany in Trump’s first term, lacking any relevant experience.
In short order, other nonpolitical administrators left or were fired.
Ticket sales plummeted.
The Washington National Opera left the Kennedy Center and continues to perform at different venues around D.C.
The National Symphony Orchestra decided to stay.
Faced with a financial and artistic backlash, the board decided that the building needed major renovations and announced that the Center would close for two years. Grennell laid off staff in anticipation of the long closure. The National Symphony Orchestra was looking for alternate venues to stay alive during the two-year hiatus.
Meanwhile the Washington National Opera–which left in January 2026–was deadlocked with the Center, because the Center refused to give the Opera the $17 million that was its endowment, made up of gifts given specifically to the Opera. The Center said the Opera ran a deficit, so the Center claimed the Opera’s endowment as payment. The Opera sued the Center on June 11.
So…I wanted to see Trump’s name come down. It was history. The removal crew started before noon. They began erecting an elaborate scaffold, laboriously. This was odd because when Trump’s name went up, the workers were elevated by scissor lifts and quickly attached his name. The rise of the scaffolding was delayed by a heavy rain. When the rain ended, the erection of the scaffold was sluggish, at best. It went on for hours. The workers kept piecing the scaffolding together. Occasionally they would all climb down and nothing was happening.
At midnight, I gave up and went to bed. The next morning, I googled to see the renewed facade, the one without Trump’s name. I couldn’t find it anywhere, in any format.
I read that the workers began removing his name at 3 am, but their work was hidden by white tarps. No one could photograph them doing it. Presumably, Trump couldn’t bear the humiliation. The front of the building remained covered the next day.
What a baby! What a self-centered, narcissistic baby!
The hero of this saga is Representative Joyce Beatty of Ohio. She was an ex-officio member of the Kennedy Center by virtue of her role in Congress. Trump couldn’t fire her. The board tried to exclude her. At the meeting where they voted to approve the name change, they muted her mic so she could not participate.
It was Representative Beatty who sued to have Trump’s name stripped from the Center. The federal judge who decided the case ruled that Congress named the Center, and only Congress could change the name.
Here is Representative Beatty, inside the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, dancing and celebrating her victory the way Trump dances.
Thank you, Congresswoman Beatty!
The crisis of the Kennedy Center is far from over. The board is still packed with allies of Trump. Its staff, what’s left of it, is led by Trump partisans. Because the board wanted to close it for two years, there has been no programming for next year.
Trump has proved once again that he is the master of chaos. As the adage goes, whatever Trump touches, dies.
The Kennedy Center must not die. Congress must intervene to restore the nonpartisan nature of the Kennedy Center.