His mother, Mary MacLeod, was born and raised in the village of Tong, on the Outer Hebridean island of Lewis, on Scotland’s wild and beautiful north-western fringe.
A less Trumpian upbringing is hard to imagine. Mary’s pebble-dashed home was modest to say the least, the traditions of the island strictly and austerely Presbyterian.
Lewis is not a place of multiple marriages and glittering golden towers. It owes more to Calvin than to Mammon, more to Wittenberg than to Vegas.