Cleaning Up DC - When The Slums Start Leaking Into White Neighborhoods, It Is Time To Send In The Troops

As of today (August 15th) phalanxes of ICE, FBI, DEA, and the National Guard are joining DC police to clean up the city.  What city, exactly, asked Marfa Billings from Chillicothe? When she came here a few months ago, all she had to deal with were the lines at the Air and Space museum, waiting for two hours to go up the Washington Monument, and overpriced hotdogs on the Mall.  She never saw any of the mayhem, crime, and civil disorder that the President had vowed to address. 

That is because Washington is a racially divided city no different than apartheid Johannesburg. The neighborhoods east of Rock Creek Park and across the Anacostia River are as black as they come, sinkholes of violence, drugs, and dysfunction, and the rest of the city white.  

Anacostia is Washington's most pestilential slum, and even the police are reluctant to go there.  'A jungle', said Captain Fenwick Marbury of the Metropolitan Police in an unguarded moment, one that he shared with his fellow white officers. 'Let the animals do the job for us'. 

A common sentiment, for after decades of public financial 'transfers' - generous grants authorized by the City Council and walkin' around money by local politicians - and public embrace of 'starter communities', black neighborhoods courageously struggling against white supremacy just to get a leg up on the American dream - nothing has happened.  No progress and only a deep slide into the morass of social barbarity.  

 

Since nothing has worked, let 'em be was the new meme even among committed liberals of Ward 3 who for decades had stood in lockstep with their black brothers just as their parents had marching across the Pettis Bridge with Martin and Ralph.  It wasn't that they didn't care any more about the plight of the black man, it was just that he seemed resistant to whiteness - or more correctly phrased, majority values. White people were simply throwing good money after bad, so better to fix the potholes and power lines than to spend taxpayer dollars in the ghetto. 

So far, so good - the festering slums were to be left to their own devices, sink or swim, no longer of interest to anyone after sixty years of civil rights and billions of wasted dollars - but the slums began to leak out into the white world.  Thanks in large part to a city council which decriminalized 'victimless' crimes, defunded the police, and thus gave license to swarms of thugs to maraud the white, tony streets of Georgetown and Upper Northwest.  Carjackers were bolder and unconcerned about arrest, assault, battery, and robberies were common on the Capitol steps, outside of downtown watering holes, and in white neighborhoods. 

Most of the crime in DC takes place in the ghettos - black on black crime, murder, and rape accounts for most of the statistics - but what takes place outside of the slums make the papers.  It's OK, normal, and expected that black communities are unruly, savage places, but that those who live there need to stay there.

So when Donald Trump realized this emergence - this untoward seepage of black crime into white neighborhoods, he took matters into his own hands and sent in the troops. 

Washington is three cities - the black slums, the white neighborhoods, and official and tourist Washington - and Trump has addressed all three.  He told tourists that they would no longer be victims in the Nation's Capital; he told white residents that slum-originating crime in their neighborhoods would end; and he told black communities east of the park and across the Anacostia River, 'we're coming for you'.  A troika, a perfect storm. 

Quite a sight.  Only after 9/11 were so many armored personnel carriers, federal police, and armed, deputized militia seen in the Nation's Capital; but this time it was because of the enemy within.  Trump's bold move was cheered by all but unreconstructed liberals in Ward 3.  Everyone else - Georgetown shopkeepers, residents of Washington's famous leafy neighborhoods, and poor black folk in the slums who were sick and tired of dodging drive-by bullets, pimps, ho's, and gangs - shouted loud hurrahs.

 

The Left is absolutely apoplectic - their worst fears have come true. Lifelong progressives who had warned the nation about Donald Trump since he broke into the national spotlight ten years ago, shook their heads in amazement - not at the occupation itself but at the fact that their predictions had come true.  Trump, fascist, neo-Hitlerian racist, morally corrupt and imperial was doing just what they had warned against.

Cold comfort of course since progressives had been roundly defeated in the presidential election, liberal policies were being challenged and discarded, and the whole reformist ethos dismissed. They might howl at the moon for weeks, and no one would pay any attention; but there they were on H Street NE standing like Chinese protestors standing in front of tanks on Tiananmen Square, confronting ICE and the National Guard.  Progressivism still felt good. 

But their voices were drowned out by the cheers of residents who came out of their apartments and houses to cheer.  This was exactly what they had long hoped for, but had instead seen one police decommissioning after another, one insane capitulation to crime after another.  Bravo! they shouted as the army caravans rolled through the streets. 

Tourists made the best of the last days of summer and the new security of Washington to come visit.  Their President had done what he had said.  The man was a hero. The overpriced hotdogs never tasted so good 

How long will they stay? was the headliner scroll on MSNBC.  'As long as it takes', replied the President, 'and by the way, we're not going to stop here.  We have Baltimore, St. Louis, Detroit and other mismanaged, horrible cities in our sights'; and everyone took him seriously for this was one president who made good on his promises.  

 

The Mayors of those cities cried 'Racist', another assault on the black man, a usurpation of federal power, a white putsch, a pogrom, a hateful fascist claim....on and on, but no one but the dysfunctional populations of their inner cities paid attention to the bombast (Where our money goin' come from?).  The liberal claques in almost all of America's cities had ruined them, left them a crime-ridden rubble.  

'Happy Days Are Here Again' was the song played over a loudspeaker on top of a van festooned with American flags, crisscrossing the city's neighborhoods, cheered and garlanded by supporters along the way.  A Mardi Gras parade with trinkets, bonbons, and plastic hats.  It was indeed a time for celebration.