“Intifada. This piece of old Jerusalem Wall thrown through my cab window, 13 March 1990.”

Section Leader Miles was not particularly energized this Friday. There was the usual post-holiday requirement to drag at least some of the alleged Creative Group back into the conference room to generate something timely to set up the last weekend (LW) of a bedraggled year. We are not suggesting a Happy New Year until after next Firday, but Vic seemed agitated and it was an opportunity for the rest of the crowd to stay relaxed, maybe have a liquid lunch and a nap before the LW.

“I was there in 1967,” said Vic without explanation. The Boomers nodded, since they had also been somewhere in that year. The kids looked on, non-plussed.

“I meant Detroit,” said Vic, putting his tablet down on the Conference Table. Miles frowned at the north end of the table below the Big Screen. “For goodness sake, frame the story in a way that is brief enough for the texting generations to understand and tell us why anyone would care about what happened in a big city 58 years ago.” He shuffled his phone and tablet on the table hoping to be able to get a walk before the chill rains came in later in the morning.

“Sure. It is a sort of procedural thing that demonstrates the strength of our Constitutional Government. You heard about the Court thing, right?”

There was some nodding from the Boomers and Melissa smiled. “You aren’t going to tell the Blind Pig story are you? You last brought that up when the BLM riots were reducing Minneapolis to something resembling Mogadishu. That was Detroit.”

“I’ll keep this short, but the Supreme Court upheld a lower court ruling that the President could not deploy National Guard troops to Chicago to restore order and protect Federal law enforcement as they try to enforce the laws of the United States. The current mayor and the Governor of Illinois are celebrating that the usual majority of conservatives on the High Court did not overturn the lower court’s ruling and consider it a victory for local courts to overturn the judgement of the President. They are claiming a victory.” He stopped his remarks, leaning forward in his chair, the clouds rolling across the big glass window behind him. “But I want to tell you I was there.”

He sat back with a thin smile. Splash, Melissa and Rocket were present and holding the cards out that read “Keep it short and punchy. Make it sing if you can, but don’t drone on in the obsolete wandering antique format you people made infamous.”

The Boomers looked over at the GenXers who were still getting used to being the lead edge of the Millennial Gen after discovering they were suddenly first once the Gens got sorted out at the end of the year. Holly smiled. “I think the word from the Supreme Court saying the President is out of line is a refreshing defeat for the Administration. The Court said he couldn’t send the national guard to Chicago to help curb criminal activity, including enforcement of national immigration law and policy. The story was embraced by legacy media, since it seemed to support the idea of illegal overreach by the Federal Government against the interests of state and local government.

“The President had been doing pretty good up till now,” said Holly. “What does this mean? Is it a fork in the road we have been on? A way to clip the wings of the President?”

Those north of GenX laughed, and those south looked apprehensive. Melissa pointed at Vic. “Ask the Detroiter if he has some insights on the use of police, National Guard and Federal Troops to restore order.”

The eyes around the table turned and drilled into Vic, who was born inside Eight Mile and raised just up Woodward Avenue.

He pointed at the slide on the Big Screen at the end of the Conference Room that displayed a jagged, fist-sized stone. “That is what came back from that Jerusalem trip in 1990. The Chairman kept it as a Holy Land relic. It went through the window of the Israeli cab when they stopped at Manger Square and walked to the Garden Tomb. “That is what Detroit was like when the Cops went to war with the people who were drinking at the unlicensed Blind Pig restaurant on 12th Street.”

He paused for a moment, looking down at the corner that used to belong to Farmer Tyson’s peach orchard. “The people who had moved up from Down South to fill the jobs left vacant by the draft were tired of being pushed around by the city on housing and social issues. The police were overwhelmed in five brutal days of rioting. Then, the Guard was sent in by Lansing and they couldn’t handle it. President Lyndon Johnson then sent in the 101st and 82nd Airborne.That settled things.”

“So this wouldn’t be the first time regular troops were sent to restore order in a Blue town?” asked Jason. He is concerned since graduation is looming in the new year. There was laughter as Vic shook his head. “Different deal. Blue President, Blue Mayor. And things fell in order in a way that reflects the way the law is supposed to work.”

‘Which is how?”

“The Mayor asked the Governor for the Guard, that didn’t work, and the Governor told the President that the situation was bad enough to call for the Insurrection Act to permit Federal troops to restore order. I talked to some of the Guard folks who had their armored personnel carrier parked at the intersection of Woodward and Maple. They explained they were sent to the suburbs to allow the regular troops to confront the angry crowds who stayed angry right up until they saw the fixed bayonets. Then things calmed down for a while. The city took a few decades to get settled, but that is how the law was supposed to work.”

“And it didn’t, this time?”

“No. The protestors who were getting in the face of the ICE officers trying to do their job was a remarkable diverse group that included older white women shouting and attempting to interfere with the identification of people who came to the States illegally.”

“So, what is next?” asked Jennifer. She is studying law enforcement at George Mason University.

Vic laughed. “They will get this in order, this time. The Insurrection Act will be properly invoked and lower court will be overturned. Then some people will get respectfully rounded up if they tell a Federal Officer they can’t enforce the law. It is as simple as that.” He waved his tablet with this short list glowing as the morning light settled in:

“This sequence is how constitutional practice works:

1. Civil authority first

2. State force next

3. Federal force only when necessary”

“There is a further step,” said Rocket with a laugh. “They could have a regularly scheduled election, vote in the right people and change the law like we normally do.”

That seemed like something we might try to achieve in 2026, but there is one Last Weekend to get through before we have to try to build some new ones!

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