Sanctuary Cities

                Unlike many of my ilk, I harbor a soft spot in my heart for a sanctuary city. Truth be told, it’s really more of a dream.

                How wonderful it would be if there were a sanctuary city for conservatives. A place where wearing a piece of clothing or carrying a placard saying “Make America Great Again” doesn’t put one at risk of being sent home from school, mocked, viciously slurred or physically attacked. A place where saying “All Lives Matter” is considered an obvious truth, and an appeal for tolerance and unity. A city where diversity of thought is considered more important than which “identity group” one belongs to. A place where diversity of thought matters more than diversity of gender, skin color, or economic status. A place where the “melting pot” still functions, where “e pluribus unum” isn’t just a motto on a coin.

                This sanctuary city would be a place where kids still occasionally say, “ma’am” and “sir.” Where students call their teacher Mr. Smith, Ms. Black or simply “teacher,” not “Bob,” or “dude.” It would be a place where people frequently look up from their electronic devices and into the eyes of those around them. It would be a place where folks can debate their political differences over coffee or a beer, but where everyone stands for the National Anthem. It would be a place where there is universal respect for those who serve, and especially those who gave all for their countrymen and their country’s ideals.

                This fictitious dreamland would be a sanctuary for Christians, who are now being slaughtered around the world and mocked here at home. It would be a place that is tolerant of a diversity of religions, and of those who are agnostic or atheist, but where Christians are welcome on college campuses, in large corporation’s boardrooms, and on film sets. And where organizations such as the Southern Poverty Law Center don’t label them as members of “hate groups.”

                This city would be a sanctuary for babies, a celebrant of life. Its citizens would not call the slaughter of babies up until—or shortly after—the moment of birth “women’s health care.” Fetal parts would not be bought, sold and traded like any other commodity.

                It would be a place where men and women not only respected each other again but cherished their divinely-ordained differences. Instead of dully pretending we are all the same, they would appreciatively exclaim “viva la différence!” It would be a place where romance and chivalry were reborn.  

                It would be a place where people knew their history. They would be taught about various forms of government and economies—and how they worked out over time. Its schools would teach students how to think, not what to think. Indoctrination would be prohibited, imagination would be encouraged. Its inhabitants would know that Socialism/Marxism/Communism has bankrupted more societies and destroyed more people—literally and figuratively—than any other economic “system.” They would know that well over 100 million people have been killed in the name of equality, and countless millions more have been enslaved and rendered soulless by this most abhorrent of doctrines. They would know that eventually you run out of other people’s money, but, before that, you run out of dignity, self-esteem, motivation, and hope. They would look at Venezuela today and say, “Not here! Not on our watch!” They would be exposed to the Green New Deal and…laugh. And laugh and laugh.

                It would be a place where social justice warrior textbooks would be replaced by “The 5000 Year Leap” as required reading.

   It would be a place where people understood that not all wisdom is new wisdom, where people appreciated what came before and respected tradition. 

   And it would be a place of limited government-- of, by and for the people—where the rule of law reigned…and applied to everyone…equally. It would have a thriving free-market economy where people were free to pursue their dreams and success wasn’t punished. The concept of Natural Law would be the city’s foundation and sine qua non.

  This Sanctuary City On A Hill would be a place in which both the founders and Martin Luther King, Jr. would be proud to live.

  If such a sanctuary city ever came into being, those of us in the most persecuted of today’s minority groups could rise up, extend our hands and say: ”Free at last, free at last…thank God A’mighty, we’re free (again) at last!”