A gunman tried to assassinate Trump in Butler, Pennsylvania. Salena Zito was there.
BUTLER, PENN. — As soon as he saw me, he shook my hand.
It was that thing that all electeds do—the familiarity, the warmth, or the faux-warmth—but he’s better. It feels like he means it.
“Salena, it’s so great to see you. How are you doing? How are all those grandkids?”
Donald Trump always remembers my grandkids. I have four. Last time I talked to him, over the phone in the spring, I told him about my latest, Rocco. He replied, “I love my grandkids, too. I love being around them.”
It was just before six o’clock on Saturday when he greeted me. He was about to go onstage for a rally about 50 miles from my hometown of Pittsburgh. Inside the tent with me were forty local cops—men and women.
Many of them told him they were looking forward to him being president.
“Thank you so much for your service,” he said.
He was in great spirits. At rallies like these, he always is.
These are the people I wrote about during his first campaign in 2016, when I noticed that Trump, the billionaire, was connecting with blue-collar crowds. They weren’t taking him literally, as I wrote at the time. They were taking him seriously.
Eight years ago, he won this county by 65 percent. He won it again, by the same margin, in 2020. Despite January 6, despite his felony conviction, the support of the people in this corner of Pennsylvania has not wavered.
The crowd formed in the sprawling field five hours before he arrived. Even in the 90-degree heat, they waited for him. Kids. Old people in wheelchairs. They waved signs: “Trump 2024.” “Joe Biden You’re Fired.” They listened to music. They heard speeches. A Ukrainian priest gave an invocation. As they waited, the crowd swelled to 30,000 people.
Then Lee Greenwood blared through the speakers: “God Bless the USA.”
Right around 6 p.m., Trump appeared on a red walkway, in his trademark blue suit and MAGA hat, waving to his fans. The excitement grew to a frenzy as he strode to the podium.
I was four feet from the stage, in a causeway with about five other journalists. My daughter, a photographer, was next to me. Her husband was next to her.
Trump started speaking.
Six minutes later, we heard the noise.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
By Salena Zito
