It’s a small price to pay for keeping the world safe, keeping our country safe. They could take out a city. Let ’em take out Los Angeles. Let ’em take out San Diego.
Donald Trump, 10/5/26

I came to age in San Diego. Today I heard what had been said yesterday by the president, and I have been flooded with memories all day. This is the San Diego that I remember.
I remember sitting on Point Loma, between Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery and the lighthouse, on a beautiful summer day, watching a stream of naval ships sail out of the harbor, past the point, and into the Pacific Ocean. The South Bay stretched out before me, and I could see Coronado Island where my sister used to work as a civil servant, where I learned to drive, and where I went to parties on the beach as a teenager. I could almost see to the south of the bay were I once lived and went to high school in Imperial Beach. I could see the submarines moored along the point, the ships at the docks, and the shipyards along the bay. I remember.

I remember Balboa Park, the Zoo, the Presidio, and the Mission. I remember walking through Old Town and buying churros from a vendor on the street. I remember the Embarcadero and touring the USS Midway there with my son. I remember attending theater in the park. I remember the rich history and cultural heritage of San Diego. I remember.
I remember flying into the city, swooping over the city and freeways right before touching down at the airport. I remember the take offs, the planes clawing their way into the sky above Shelter Island and the point. I remember.
I remember the years at the University of California, San Diego where I received my biology degree. I remember how beautiful the campus was. I remember the eucalyptus trees and swallows. I remember all of my incredible experiences there, and I remember the wonderful friends that I had. I remember the cove in La Jolla, the pier at the Scripps Institute of Oceanography, and I remember dragging my son out of the surf at La Jolla Shores. I remember living in student housing, watching jet fighters screaming west towards the ocean after taking off from Miramar Naval Air Station. I remember.
I remember working in a research lab in La Jolla after graduation, and jogging past the biotechnology centers and the Salk Institute on my lunch hour. I remember coming out of the building at sunset, the hang gliders sailing above me as they flew in the updraft from the oceanside cliffs to the west. I remember.
I remember going with my mother to University Hospital in San Diego for a consultation to see if she qualified for inclusion in an experimental cancer treatment program. I remember.
I remember sitting by my mother’s grave on a hillside in San Diego, under a podocarpus tree with wind chimes hanging from it. All around me were the hills and valleys of the San Diego valley. I remember.
I remember a swanky hotel along the harbor, a weekend running wild with my cousin and aunt, attending a beautiful wedding for my niece at a country club, the lights of the city in the hills around us. I remember.

I used to be a biology teacher in a large high school. I remember one particular homecoming assembly in the gym there, the wild energy pulsing through the air as I climbed the bleachers towards the top of the gym, the students a crazed, screaming wave around me, confetti in the air, pounding music and glitter everywhere. I remember the student body president on the floor, a young man of 17 with incredible presence, announcing the class standings of the spirit week contest. At one point in the celebrations, as the winning class was announced, the collected freshman class began booing.
That student body president, without hesitation, stopped them. “No,” he said. “We don’t boo. We cheer for our own teams, but we never boo others, because we are ALL PROUD RAIDERS.”
And there it is. We are all Americans together. We push for our agendas, seek to persuade others to share our beliefs, and cheer for our own team; never, ever, should we accept the loss of an American city to be a small price to pay.
Never.
Because we are ALL. PROUD. AMERICANS. Together.
Vote, my good people. Vote.

















































































































