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On Monday, construction crews began tearing into the East Wing of the White House. The demolition marked the start of President Donald Trump’s long-promised “State Ballroom” — a 90,000-square-foot addition he approved and announced without waiting for the usual review process.
The federal commission that oversees major White House projects, the National Capital Planning Commission, had not yet signed off on the ballroom’s construction plans. Its chairman later said the demolition phase didn’t require approval — a distinction that’s a bit like saying the fire doesn’t start until the roof caves in.
In any other administration, this would be a scandal. In Trump’s case, it’s a governing principle.
Visuals of the demonstration are very difficult to come by, as the White House Communications team seems to understand that video of the White House facade being torn down is not a good look for a sitting president. And for an administration that is better at stagecraft than any other? That’s a tell.
Every presidency reshapes the White House in small ways.
The new “State Ballroom” will seat nearly a thousand guests, paid for by private donors. The administration’s logic is simple: if wealthy donors pick up the tab, the rules need not apply. No public funds means no public oversight. That argument deserves more than a casual dismissal, because it sounds almost reasonable — until you realize it means the White House becomes just another Trump property, renovated on spec and financed in the shadows by whoever wants a seat at the table.
Democracy doesn’t run on donations. It runs on legitimacy. And legitimacy requires that we know who’s paying for the walls we’re tearing down.
The East Wing houses the Calligraphers Office, where for decades a small team has hand-addressed invitations to state dinners, inscribed presidential proclamations, and maintained the written ceremonial life of the republic. Unglamorous work. Invisible work. The kind of institutional memory that holds a democracy together. To bulldoze that space for a ballroom is to replace ritual with spectacle, continuity with staging.
Trump understands better than anyone that that “spectacle as a shortcut to substance.” This ballroom is that insight
But demolition isn’t a byproduct of Trumpism; it’s its way of doing things — getting things done. The act of tearing down, whether it’s an institution or a façade, creates both chaos and permission. Once the rubble settles, Trump points to the mess and says, See? It was broken. I alone can fix it.
The White House grounds are managed by the National Park Service, subject to layers of review by preservation and planning commissions. Those processes exist precisely to prevent one man’s whims from rewriting the architecture of history. Trump knows that oversight delayed is oversight denied. Start tearing down walls, and by the time anyone catches up, it’s too late.
Here’s what that costs: the next president who decides a rule is inconvenient will remember this moment. They’ll remember that Trump gutted part of the White House without permission and paid no price. The guardrails don’t disappear all at once. They erode through precedent — one ballroom at a time.
For generations, the White House has stood as the symbol of democratic continuity — each president a temporary tenant in a house built to outlast them all. Trump is the first to treat it like a flip: rip out the walls, add a ballroom, sell the view.
By the time the chandeliers are lifted