Former President Donald J. Trump is the first United States president ever booked in a criminal case.
Trump’s big blue jet landed at a private air service at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport.
A massive police motorcade then whisked the former president to the Fulton County Jail, where he was fingerprinted, his booking photo was taken, and he was promptly bonded out.
Here are the charges listed on Trump’s Fulton County Jail record:
And here is his detailed booking and release information, which also notes Trump’s height (6 feet 3 inches), weight (215 pounds), and hair and eye color (blond or strawberry hair, blue eyes). Trump’s booking number is P01135809. His address is listed only as Palm Beach, FL, 33480-5004, the zip code of Mar-a-Lago and other Palm Beach mansions:
Trump posted $200,000 bond on a total of 13 charges, including one count of violating Georgia’s RICO Act; three counts of soliciting of violation of oath by a public officer (specifically, Gov. Brian Kemp, Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger, and the late Georgia House Speaker David Ralston); conspiracy to commit impersonating a public officer; conspiracy to commit forgery in the first degree; conspiracy to commit false statements and writings; false statements and writings; and filing false documents.
It is The Clayton Crescent’s editorial policy not to publish mugshots. However, because of the historic nature of this particular mugshot—the first in U.S. history of a former president of the United States—and the fact that this story is directly related to our November 2020 election coverage, we are making an exception.
This mugshot was issued by the Fulton County Sheriff’s Office and shows a red-eyed Trump glaring into the camera:
Trump is considered innocent of all charges until and unless he is convicted in a court of law.
Unlike the large media presence and sign-waving demonstrators at the Fulton County Jail, only about a dozen journalists and a couple of onlookers were staked out at the airport.
A car with a temporary tag within feet of someone with Secret Service protection is understandably questionable. The Clayton Crescent’s Robin Kemp recently bought a used SUV, which still has a temporary tag. The unmarked SUV was parked with other news vans on the median.
A Georgia State Patrol officer asked, “Are you with the media?”
“I just bought it,” Kemp replied, presenting her Gold Dome credentials. “I know it looks weird with the temporary tag.”
The trooper was satisfied.
Law enforcement officers were cordial but kept a close eye on passersby.
A couple of young men pulled up and said they had a Door Dash delivery to drop off at the private air company’s facility. They didn’t get in.
Another man said he was with Star TV. He didn’t have any gear or notebook—just a homemade-looking credential on an Office Depot lanyard. When The Clayton Crescent asked him a question about the pool—a term for a single news crew that then reports in turn to other news crews at certain events—the man replied, “What’s that?”
A third man rode by slowly on a bicycle. He passed by some minutes later and spoke at some length with a Secret Service agent. Eventually, the agent pointed down the street, and the man rode off slowly, turned back across the road, then rode off at greater speed.
Other rubberneckers drove by while reporters and photographers sweated it out on the median or sought refuge in air-conditioned news vans.
A rideshare driver stopped his car in the middle of the street to shoot a cellphone picture of the jet with TRUMP emblazoned in big capital letters. A car in the opposite lane pulled up and they exchanged words. “He’s going to jail!” the rideshare driver laughed. He then thanked a police officer for letting him take the photo, then both cars drove off.
About 20 minutes after he had been booked, Trump was escorted back to the airport.
The man who said he was from Star TV waved at the plane as it taxied off, then said, “Well, I guess that’s it,” and wandered off.
Trump’s jet lifted into the dusk, banking slightly over a motel.
