The Founders' Plot

“There’s a lot of pissed-off people out there, especially the sanctuary-city mayors. Mayor Dawkins is holding a news conference in L.A. today, and he said he’ll tell you what to do with your sanctuary ban. I wouldn’t be surprised if others did, too.”

“Let them blow off steam,” Mike grumbled. “It’s all show.”

“I think you’re right. It’s political theater. If they don’t speak out against it, they lose votes. Farmers will raise a stink. And businessmen will lean on the mayors and city councils because they like the cheap labor, too.”

Mike’s grip on the phone tightened. “Yeah, well, there are ways to deal with them. I’ll have health and safety inspectors up their asses every day.”

“Be careful, Mike. Get a hold of your temper. Don’t do anything rash. If something like that gets out, it’ll be red meat for the media.”

“All right, John. I’ll call some of these sanctuary mayors. A few of them owe me favors. If I can turn some of them, others may fall in line. But, John, if they don’t buckle,” he said, his voice rising, “I’m ready for the fight! I’m not going to let them undermine this law. I’ll pull state funding! I’ll have the sons-a-bitches arrested! I’ll file suit to make them obey that law.”

“I know. I know. But wait a day or so before you call them. Let the dust settle a bit and give yourself time to cool off.”

Mike exhaled deeply. “Okay. I will, John. I will.”