Dear President Trump,
I have to imagine the anger and loneliness you must feel in D.C. right now. You are trying to stay true to the promise that you made to the Americans who elected you. Yet so many of the other leaders who were elected to represent us are betraying us.
The media is attempting to portray you as the villain. If it were up to them, they’d crucify you.
Today, I’m writing to you as a police officer. As a citizen. As a father and a husband and a Little League coach and a Christian.
I’m not going to lie, I didn’t vote for you. I was a Ted guy. I’m hoping you can look past that. Because now I proudly stand behind you, just as you proudly stand behind those of us you fight for.
I stand behind you, President Trump, because you represent something we hadn’t seen in eight years – support from the Oval Office. President Obama demonstrated with every single breath that he hated law enforcement. He convicted us in the court of public opinion and is single handedly responsible for turning the tide against us.
In 2009, Obama unveiled his hate for us. His friend, Harvard Professor Henry Gates, was briefly arrested for breaking into his own home. Obama, not knowing all of the facts, ran his mouth publicly, saying the police acted “stupidly” and have a long history of being biased against the black and Hispanic community.
One of his most trusted advisors is the Rev. Al Sharpton, who is an anti-police activist.
Obama stoked the racial flames in Ferguson and Baltimore.
He “normalized relationships” with the United States and Cuba without requiring that the Cubans release convicted cop-killer Joanne Chesimard.
For the love of God, he tapped Debo Adegbile to head the Civil Rights Division at the Department of Justice. Adedbile, who voluntarily took on the case of defending Mumia Abu-Jamal, a murderer who killed a Philadelphia police officer.
President Trump, you are the most important law enforcement officer in America right now. You are the one who is standing firm in support of law and order.
We NEED you to build that wall.
We don’t care what the wall looks like. Yes, the media likes to spin the narrative about how you’re changing your mind and will now consider “slats” instead of “concrete”. Want to know the truth? We don’t care.
As a matter of fact, I’d be good with a wall of warriors, standing there with rifle at the ready. Because our country is under attack.
The problem, of course, is the country isn’t just under attack from the outside. It’s under attack from the inside as well.
You have governors across the country pardoning violent criminals and murderers who are illegal immigrants as a statement against you. As a statement against AMERICA.
You have liberal judges ruling against America, putting in place injunctions that prevent you from enforcing border security.
Our citizens and our cops are being killed by violent criminals who aren’t here legally.
The opioid crisis is taking our children as drugs flood across the border. In 2018, Customs and Border Protection seized or helped seize 282,000 pounds of cocaine, 248,000 pounds of meth, 6,500 pounds of heroin and 2,400 pounds of fentanyl for a total of 1.7 million pounds of narcotics.
Did you know that a pound of pure Fentanyl has enough doses to kill 220,000 people? That means the amount of Fentanyl alone caught at the border could have killed 528 million people. The population of America is about 326 million people. Our border patrol saved America against a weapon of mass destruction.
And yet liberals are demanding open borders.
President Trump, we can’t do this without you. We can’t keep bailing water out of a boat that has a hole in it. We need you to plug the hole. And we need you to do it by force, if that’s what it takes.
There’s blood being shed in our streets. It’s our brothers and sisters. It’s our families. And the last chance that we have to put a tourniquet on top stop that bleed might just rest with you.
This battle reminds me of the scene from the movie 300, President Trump.
Persian Emissary (encountering a group of Greeks building a wall to hold off the Persians): I am the emissary to the ruler of all the world, the god of gods, king of kings, and by that authority, I demand that someone show me your commander! [He is ignored by the Greeks] Listen. Do you think the paltry dozen you slew scare us? These hills swarm with our scouts! And do you think your pathetic wall will do anything other than fall like a heap of dry leaves in the face of …
[The Emissary sees that the stone wall is partially made up of Persian corpses]
Stelios: Our ancestors built this wall, using ancient stones from the bosom of Greece herself. And with a little Spartan help, your Persian scouts provided the mortar.
Persian Emissary: You will pay for your barbarism!
[As the Persian Emissary raises his whip, Stelios cuts off the Emissary’s arm]
Persian Emissary: My arm!
Stelios: It’s not yours anymore. Go now, run along and tell your Xerxes that he faces free men here, not slaves. Do it quickly, before we decide to make our wall just a little bit bigger.
Persian Emissary: No, not slaves. Your women will be slaves. Your sons, your daughters, your elders will be slaves, but not you. By noon this day, you will all be dead men! The thousand nations of the Persian Empire descend upon you! Our arrows will blot out the sun!
Stelios (grins): Then we will fight in the shade.
Save America, President Trump. Build the damn wall… and use those who stand in your way as the mortar, if necessary.