Trump Offered To Buy A Little Black Girl’s Hair — Mary Trump Calls It Racist, Tells Weird Story About It

President-elect Donald Trump joked about buying a little girl’s hair for “millions” — prompting niece Mary Trump to call the exchange “racist” — and to reveal her own connection to the gag.

Trump encountered the little girl on his golf course this week in a video that went viral and got light-hearted treatment from Good Morning America:

ANCHOR: Next. A little girl with big hair caught the attention of President-elect Trump.

ANCHOR 2: He was driving on his golf course when he saw her. Take a look.

PRESIDENT-ELECT TRUMP: I love that hair! I want her hair! Can I buy your hair? I’ll pay you millions!

ANCHOR 2: Well, Trump invited her to sit in his golf cart and pose for a picture.

But on a recent edition of The Mary Trump Show, Mary Trump  — a strident Trump critic — called the encounter “creepy” and “racist” — and also told a weird anecdote about Trump’s father Fred Trump offering to buy her hair repeatedly as she was growing up:

MARY TRUMP: Apparently Donald is back on the golf course. All fears of assassination attempts having disappeared in the wake of his win. Interesting.

Anyway, today, while riding around in his little golf cart, he had an extremely disturbing interaction with the young girl. Check this out.

PRESIDENT-ELECT DONALD TRUMP: (VIDEO CLIP)

MARY TRUMP: Donald’s comments about buying this young Black girls hair could be interpreted in all sorts of ways. White people’s commenting on and touching Black people’s hair’s– hair is both a racist trope and a form of microaggression.

Donald’s crossing that line shoujldn’t be shocking. He is a racist after all. But there’s a more personal aspect to this that, quite frankly, did shock me because. I had a similar experience in my family.

My my grandfather, Fred, had very little interest in any of his grandchildren, but he was particularly indifferent to his oldest son, Freddie’s children. That would be me when I was little.

You know, my grandfather did teach me how to add columns of numbers in my head, and he taught me how to spell long words backwards and forwards. But as I grew older, our interactions became increasingly superficial whenever I saw him, which was often and it was usually at my grandparents house, you know, he’d greet me with a handshake and a kiss on the cheek, and we’d have some version of this conversation. How’s school? Fine. Getting A’s? Yes. So he really had his fingers on the pulse of how my life was going.

But. Pretty much no matter where we were, whether at my grandparents’ house or whether we were at out at lunch celebrating Mother’s Day or his birthday or what have you.

At some point he would invariably comment on my hair. And then he’d offer to buy it. Okay. So it’s a little weird because I don’t think my grandfather ever had a full head of hair. I think he had a receding hairline by the time he was 20. And even so, he was still very self-conscious about it even.

I mean, I guess, you know, by the time he started offering to buy my hair, he was well into his 50s or 60s.

But, you know, I had long, thick at the time, quite blonde hair. And. I guess. I don’t know. I honestly don’t know what prompted him because despite the fact that he would take out his wallet and show me a thick wad of hundred dollar bills. There was really no way that he could do anything with my hair, even if I sold it to him.

So I would end up saying. “I don’t think that’s how it works, Grandpa.”.

But he never stopped asking until after his Alzheimer’s had set in and he no longer knew who I was.

Watch above via Good Morning America.