Copied from today’s Los Angeles Times. This is a beautifully written article.
I’ve lived in Los Angeles long enough to know that this city weathers fire, quake and fury and still manages to bloom. We grow food in our backyards, paint our pain on walls and find beauty in the struggle. But right now, there’s a pressure in the air thicker than smog, a national fear winding through our streets, and its name is Donald Trump (“National Guard arrives in Los Angeles as fallout from immigration raids continues,” June 8).
The helicopters overhead aren’t just news choppers anymore. They’re echoes of something ancient and dangerous: Fascism rising on American soil. I never thought I’d say this in my lifetime, but we’re watching a man try to bring down a republic with the smug grin of a game show host who already knows the final answer.
President Trump, you can stop now. Turn on your TV. Watch what you’ve done. You will not be remembered as a patriot. You will not be remembered as a liberator. You will be remembered as the worst leader this country has ever produced. A divider. A destroyer.
We write, we paint, we protest and we plant seeds of hope in cracked concrete. But we are exhausted. We need moral leadership, not messianic delusion. What do we tell our children when their leaders praise dictators, vilify the press and mock the weak? That chaos is power? That empathy is weakness?
Mr. Trump: History is not on your side and neither is Los Angeles.
Patsy Pitts, South Los Angeles
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