The ICE Raids in Charlotte Are Glorious, Long Overdue, and Biblical
Loving Our Neighbor Means Expelling the Lawless
I have watched the streets of Charlotte these past days, and I cannot be silent. I’ve lived here my entire life, and I’ve watched as large parts of this beautiful city has deteriorated over the years into third-world cesspools of criminal activity, drugs, and urban decay.
Stand on any street corner in East Charlotte, and what was once a safe, thriving city with shops, retail, and highly rated restaurants now looks no different than taking a stroll down any street in Mexico City.
This weekend, ICE arrived, and what began as “Operation Charlotte’s Web” was not a bureaucratic exercise but a long-delayed reassertion of sovereignty. Federal agents—faces masked against the cameras of outrage—move through apartment complexes, taquerias, and construction sites, cuffing men who have hidden here for years under the cover of darkness and the cowardice of prior administrations.
Eighty-one on the first day. More each dawn since. The mugshots tell the story: child rapists, murderers, repeat drunk drivers with guns in their waistbands—men who beat women, trafficked minors, and still walked free because Mecklenburg County refused ICE detainers again and again.
Yet still, the protests come.