Victor Davis Hanson

The entire career of race-baiter Al Sharpton was founded on falsehoods about the Tawana Brawley scam.

Nearly everything the left told us about the Trayvon Martin fight was false.

The “hands up, don’t shoot” Ferguson fable and the Covington Kids myth were quickly exposed.

The Duke Lacrosse and Jussie Smollett melodramas were laughable.

Russian “collusion,” “laptop” disinformation, and Joe Biden “fit as a fiddle” gaslighting were utter lies.

But more recently, the hard left lost its mind championing a host of violent, unsavory characters.

The illegal alien and El Salvadorian national, Kilmar Abrego Garcia, was portrayed as a victim of unfair deportation in the left’s larger, losing war for open borders.

Abrego Garcia became a “Maryland Man”: a supposed poor victim of Trump overreach.

He was constructed as a family man engaged in construction to feed his family, who somehow forgot to become “documented” and was deported.

In truth, Garcia is now facing felony indictments for human trafficking. He was a likely MS-13 gang member, a violent and bullying woman-beater, and rarely employed gainfully in construction.

Luigi Mangione was a rich, spoiled kid who dabbled in Jacobin politics.

Posing as a revolutionary, Mangione ambushed Brian Thompson, the CEO of UnitedHealthcare. He murdered him in cold blood near a New York hotel.

Instantly, some on the left embraced Mangione as a revolutionary hero who delivered justice to a supposedly greedy corporate capitalist.

Mohammed Sabry Soliman, like Garcia, was a violent illegal alien. He bragged about his hatred of Jews in general and Israel in particular.

So Soliman made some Molotov cocktails and tried to incinerate Jewish marchers advocating on behalf of Israeli hostages still held by Hamas.

Soliman’s wife and five children, to whom Soliman filmed a video explaining his dedication to violent jihad, were also illegal aliens.

Soliman may well have preferred to burn Jews to remind us of the fires of the Holocaust ovens.

In the mind of the mainstream liberal media, the Soliman family was cruelly detained by the evil Trump administration that was considering returning the illegal aliens to their Middle East homes.

But recently, during the LA riots, the left went completely crazy as the entire Democrat Party and California state officials sided with violent protesters and illegal aliens.

The open border rioters soon got the message that left-wing California officials were on their side.

So, throngs began burning cars. Illegal aliens waved Mexican flags and burned American flags.

Protesters spat on law enforcement and pelted them with rocks, firecrackers, and concrete blocks.

Stores were looted. Critical freeways were swarmed and shut down.

And for what?

To protest the legal efforts of ICE to serve deportation warrants to a few hundred of some 10-12 million illegal aliens who had illegally swarmed into the U.S. during the Biden administration’s four-year destruction of immigration law.

California Governor Gavin Newsom damned the federal immigration efforts as “chaotic” and “reckless” and seemed obsessed only with Trump.

Then Newsom dared ICE to arrest him.

Like some antebellum, neo-Confederate, states’ rights activist, Newsom threatened to withhold California’s federal income taxes from the federal government — a possible felony.

Los Angeles Mayor Karen Bass — recently infamous for junketing in Ghana while Pacific Palisades burned down — warned ICE that “We will not stand for this.”

What did her threat mean? Did she intend to use force to support the street thugs against her fellow American officers?

California Democrat Congresswoman Norma Torres screamed at overwhelmed ICE agents seeking to issue arrest warrants with the obscene threat, “Get the f*** out of LA!”

As the mob violence increased and public outrage grew, a desperate and now embarrassed Newsom could only double down on his obsessions with Trump.

What has caused Newsom’s Trump Derangement Syndrome?

Is it because Trump called out the National Guard and Marines to aid an overwhelmed Los Angeles Police Department to stop the violence that left-wing officials and the media had appeased?

In sum, is the left once again trying to commit political suicide?

Polls showed overwhelming public support for deporting those who illegally entered and reside in the U.S., especially the nearly half a million believed criminals.

Trump’s own most supportive demographic in recent polls has been Hispanics. Like all Americans, they are appalled by violent thugs and illegal aliens waving Mexican flags who have no wish to return to Mexico while burning American flags as they demand illegally to stay in the U.S.

The more the incoherent left claimed the protests were “peaceful” and damned the Trump administration for sending them help, the more the violence continued.

And the more the public was relieved that Trump was trying to stop the riots.

Democrats currently lack sane and effective leaders.

But that is no excuse to swoon over creepy gang-bangers, spoiled-brat assassins, antisemitic burners of Jews, and illegal aliens breaking the law and damning America — while waving Mexican flags.

Victor Davis Hanson is a distinguished fellow of the Center for American Greatness. He is a classicist and historian at the Hoover Institution, Stanford University, and the author of “The Second World Wars: How the First Global Conflict Was Fought and Won,” from Basic Books. You can reach him by e-mailing authorvdh@gmail.com.

Cal Thomas

CAM RANH, Vietnam – The story sounds like a “Mission Impossible” script.

Fifty years ago, near the end of the Vietnam war as North Vietnamese troops headed south, the director of the Cam Ranh Christian Orphanage, Pastor Nguyen Xuan Ha – known to everyone as Mr. Ha – decided it was time to escape to somewhere safe. Mr. Ha put 85 children and staff on two buses and headed for Saigon where he hoped they could flee to safety.

One of the buses was shot at by a North Vietnamese soldier and the buses separated. Somehow they re-united in Saigon. After renting a boat and getting some distance from shore, the engine quit. For five days they drifted before a Thailand tanker approached. The captain refused to help, but later changed his mind, turned around and towed them for a while. After cutting the tow line, a group of fishermen towed them toward Singapore.

Soldiers refused to let them ashore. Mr. Ha wrote a name on a piece of paper and asked a soldier if he could locate a missionary named Ralph Neighbour to help.

Dr. Neighbour (now 96), and newly arrived in Singapore, was miraculously found. He picks up the story from there in an email to me: “Singapore government kept them out on St. John’s island. Our missionary team took clothes and food out. USA embassy contacted Swiss United Nations Refugee Center. Special flight arrived. Children whisked thru Singapore on bus with windows covered. Government feared losing neutrality during war. No official record they were there.”

I knew Dr. Neighbour from when he was a pastor in Houston where I worked at a local TV station. He called and asked if I could help get the orphans and staff to the U.S and find temporary housing for them. I contacted some Washington officials I knew and permission for them to enter the country was granted. When they arrived in Houston, a church couple with a large ranch offered them shelter and food until the Buckner Children and Family Services in Dallas could assist with processing and adoptions.

I interviewed the youngest, oldest and one in between who made the anniversary trip.

Sam Schrade, who was a baby when he was rescued from the streets of Saigon, is 51 and owns a successful media business in Houston. How would his life have been different had he stayed in Vietnam? He says the fact that he is of “mixed race” (American-Asian) would make it “doubly hard” because native Vietnamese “look down upon such people. I have been told by many people I would not have had a good life here because of the race issue and a government that didn’t want me.”

Kelli St. German, now 56, thinks she might have been growing coffee beans and doing hard labor had she not come to America. She also believes she would not have developed a strong faith because of the state’s antipathy toward religion. “I became a teacher for 30 years.”

Thomas Ho, the oldest orphan, now 76, was 25 when he left Vietnam. He helped organize the evacuation and prepared small amounts of food for the children. In America he became a chef and then studied to become an engineer. He says if he had stayed in Vietnam, “I might not have survived, especially at my age now. Life here is very difficult. A lot of the food is not very healthy.”

Reuniting with these adults, many of whom I met when they were children, is a reminder that there are things far greater than politics, celebrities and the petty jealousies that are the focus of too many of us.

There are few greater blessings than to have had a role in changing these lives for the better. These former orphans are blessed. So am I.

Readers may email Cal Thomas at tcaeditors@tribpub.com. Look for Cal Thomas’ latest book “A Watchman in the Night: What I’ve Seen Over 50 Years Reporting on America” (HumanixBooks).

By Trip Jennings

Walter Brueggemann died last week. You likely have never heard his name.

But to a small population of biblical scholars whom he influenced over half a century, his many seminary students and fans at church congregations around the country, Walter Brueggemann was the closest thing to a rock star in the esoteric world of biblical scholarship.

I met Brueggemann in a seminary classroom in the mid 1990s as one of his students. By then, his classic book Prophetic Imagination had been out for nearly 20 years and I had heard the stories about his classroom presence.

Wildly waving arms, impassioned speaking voice, the joke was, ‘Don’t sit in the front row during his lectures’; otherwise, the forecast called for a strong chance of a saliva shower, testament to the passion with which Brueggemann taught his subject matter.

Some of his students — my Presbyterian minister mom among them — compared his teaching style to what they imagined the ancient Hebrew prophets’ pedagogical tendencies were. Brilliant but slightly unhinged, passionate, loud, and ready to debate all comers. Thanks to a wooly beard and deep-set eyes, others swore he resembled the ancient troublemakers whom people like Martin Luther King Jr. and countless others have quoted for centuries as they sought to change entire societies.

There is no disputing Walter Brueggemann was charismatic and mesmerizing to watch in the classroom.

But it was his questions in the quarter century since I departed seminary that have lingered. One that has shaped me more as a person and as a journalist than almost any other is, “Who is my neighbor?”

It is a natural question for a seminary professor to ask, especially if your students are acquainted with Jesus’ response to the religious authorities of his day who put to him the question, ‘What is the greatest commandment’: Jesus responded, To honor and love God and to treat your neighbor as yourself. Jesus refused to separate one from the other, as if he were saying to love God, one must also love your neighbor.

But who exactly is that?

Brueggemann talked differently than many of my childhood pastors and Sunday School teachers about neighborliness. In his definition, all humans are kin to whom we were ethically obligated. The neighbor next door, and the neighbor halfway across the globe whom I’d never met. “Radical neighborliness,” he called it.

For a kid raised on individual salvation and an obsessive focus on a relationship with God to the detriment of our obligations to one another beyond our next-door neighbors, family, and friends, such a simple question has provoked a surprisingly rich, dense conversation with myself over the past 25 years, including in the journalism I like to pursue.

I suspect many people understand neighborliness as I understood it before seminary. Be polite and friendly. Easy peas-y. But that’s not what Brueggemann meant.

Jesuit priest ,Gregory Boyle, in Los Angeles talks about “radical kinship” the same way Brueggemann speaks of “radical neighborliness” when he tells the origin story of the nonprofit he founded in the 1980s, Homeboy Industries, to get gang members off the streets by giving them gainful employment.

“We situate ourselves right next to the disposable so that they day will come when we stop throwing people away,” Boyle writes in his book, Tattoos on the Heart. “Kinship is what God presses us on to, always hopeful that its time has come.”

Father Boyle is Walter Brueggemann’s kind of guy.

Walter Brueggemann also helped to widen my understanding of the Hebrew prophets. Growing up in the Southern Baptist tradition, prophets were more often prophesiers of Jesus’ coming, always pointing to the future.

When Walter Brueggemann spoke of Jesus belonging to the Hebrew prophetic tradition, he reminded us that the tradition was full of town criers and busybodies that as frequently as not spoke truth to power, leading to quite a few being punished and murdered by ancient kings. In that way, I began to understand Jesus’ death in a different light than how I was taught as a child: Not merely as an act of self-sacrifice to save the world from sin but as an execution by a powerful empire, Rome, that feared sedition and disruption.

But angry denunciations weren’t the extent of the prophets’ message, Brueggemann repeatedly said in his lectures and in his books. They also were clarions of hope.

Perhaps it’s best to let Walter Brueggemann in his own words speak of their most potent weapon, as he did in Prophetic Imagination.

“The prophet engages in futuring fantasy. The prophet does not ask if the vision can be implemented, for questions of implementation are of no consequence until the vision can be imagined. The imagination must come before the implementation. Our culture is competent to implement almost anything and to imagine almost nothing. The same royal consciousness that makes it possible to implement anything and everything is the one that shrinks imagination because imagination is a danger. Thus every totalitarian regime is frightened of the artist. It is the vocation of the prophet to keep alive the ministry of imagination, to keep on conjuring and proposing futures alternative to the single one the king wants to urge as the only thinkable one.”

Today, I am thankful for the life and legacy of Walter Brueggemann.

Since 2005, Trip has covered politics and state government for the Albuquerque Journal, The New Mexico Independent and the Santa Fe New Mexican. He holds a Master’s of Divinity from Columbia Theological Seminary in Decatur, Ga. In 2012, he co-founded New Mexico In Depth, a nonpartisan, nonprofit media outlet that produces investigative, data-rich stories with an eye on solutions that can be a catalyst for change.