How Donald Trump Got NATO to Pay Up

The headquarters of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, in Brussels, with eight crisscrossing glass-and-steel wings, was designed to resemble a set of interlocking fingers—a reference to what its architect called “the coming together of all nations in one common space.” Inside, the allocation of that space reflects certain geopolitical realities. The nine-person delegation from Iceland, the alliance’s only member without a standing army, occupies a half-dozen offices; France has a whole floor; Germany has two. The U.S. mission, with a staff of more than two hundred, representing a global force deployed in nearly a hundred and fifty countries, takes up an entire five-story wing.

One morning this spring, on an outdoor walkway that leads to what is known as the building’s Public Square, I passed a twisted knot of rusted steel, a remnant of the World Trade Center’s North Tower which was collected after the 2001 terrorist attacks.NATOdubbed the artifact the 9/11 and Article 5 Memorial, a testament to the sole instance in the alliance’s history in which its leaders have invoked the collective-defense clause in its founding charter. Article 5 is the core principle of the alliance, stating, “The Parties agree that an armed attack against one or more of them in Europe or North America shall be considered an attack against them all.” During the next two decades, twenty-nine non-U.S.NATOmilitaries deployed soldiers to Afghanistan, more than a thousand of whom died.

When theNATObuilding was officially unveiled, in 2017, Donald Trump, as the recently elected U.S. President, gave a dedication speech for the Article 5 memorial. During his Presidential campaign, he had seized on the fact that, thoughNATOmembers had committed to spending two per cent of their G.D.P. on defense, only five of them were hitting that target. Trump called the situation “unfair,” saying at one rally, “We’re protecting countries that most of the people in this room have never even heard of.” In Brussels, he gestured at “the commitments that bind us together as one,” but never explicitly endorsed Article 5. Privately, he expressed disapproval of theNATObuilding itself. John Bolton, who was then Trump’s national-security adviser, recalled the President once saying, “All this glass—one shot from a tank, the whole thing would collapse.”

In 2022, after the Russian invasion of Ukraine,NATOformally identified Russia as the “most significant and direct threat to Allies’ security and to peace and stability in the Euro-Atlantic area.” In response, its members pledged hundreds of billions of dollars in additional defense spending and deployed tens of thousands of troops to what the alliance calls its eastern flank—countries near Russia’s borders. The U.S. alone moved twenty thousand additional soldiers to Europe. But Trump has often expressed a more complicated view of Russian aggression, at times even seeming to treat the Russian President, Vladimir Putin, more as a potential partner than as a threat. On the campaign trail last year, he suggested that, if aNATOally underspent on defense, the U.S. would not provide military support in the case of a Russian attack. “I would encourage them to do whatever the hell they want,” he said of Russia. “You don’t pay your bills, you get no protection. It’s very simple.”

Since returning to the Presidency, Trump has sought to dramatically rewrite the terms of America’s commitment to European security. He is now pushing for member states to spend five per cent of their G.D.P. on defense. In February, during a visit toNATO, his Secretary of Defense, Pete Hegseth, said that European leaders “should take primary responsibility for defense of the Continent.” This spring, NBC News reported that the Trump Administration was preparing to move a sizable portion of American forces stationed in Europe to Asia and other regions, and that it might not fill the position of Supreme Allied Commander Europe, orSACEUR,NATO’s top military position, which has been held by an American since the founding of the alliance.

Anders Fogh Rasmussen, the former Prime Minister of Denmark, who wasNATO’s secretary-general from 2009 to 2014, told me that the alliance is in an “existential moment,” on par with what it went through at the end of the Cold War. Only now, he said, “the tectonic plates moving beneath our feet are first and foremost in Washington, D.C.”

Trump’s chief interlocutor inNATOis its current secretary-general, Mark Rutte, who took up the job in October, after fourteen years as Prime Minister of the Netherlands. Rutte is fifty-eight, with rimless glasses, a sweeping side part, and a wide politician’s smile. He has long cultivated an image as a modest and hardworking public servant. Upon arriving in Brussels, he declined to live in the grand town house that has served as the secretary-general’s residence since the nineteen-eighties, preferring to stay in an apartment elsewhere in the city and use the official residence for meetings and receptions. Rutte’s relationship with Trump is informed by his instincts for cautious disagreement and diplomatic finesse. One of his advisers told me that the secretary-general believes his primary responsibility is to “keep the family together.” The U.S., the adviser went on, “is the member of the family we all need to stay safe.”

Rutte agreed to speak with me at the town house this spring, as he was preparing for a meeting with Kaja Kallas, the European Union’s top diplomat. I joined him on a cream-colored couch in a sunny room facing a garden. A selection of cookies was set out; coffee was poured from a silver carafe. I asked Rutte how he planned to satisfy an American President who seems to scoff at the whole notion of collective security. Rutte was, as usual, in a chipper, buoyant mood. After a self-effacing take on his own job (“I always laugh to myself when anyone calls me secretary-general—that is a title usually reserved for Communist Parties”), he repeated a line he’s used many times, in various forms, during the past few months. Trump, he assured me, is “totally committed toNATO.”

The President, he went on, is merely saying something that Rutte himself has often toldNATO’s member states: “If we want to stay safe from threats and adversaries like Putin or China or North Korea or Iran, then we have to spend more.” The pressure from Washington, Rutte said, is an “opportunity” forNATOmembers to build the defense capabilities they have neglected for decades. “There is a realization in Europe that we have to shift some of the burden between what the U.S. is doing and what Europeans can do more of themselves.”

In late June, Rutte will preside over a summit ofNATOleaders in The Hague, his home town. The main subject will be new targets for defense spending, but European leaders hope the Americans will clarify their own commitments to the alliance. At the official residence, I told Rutte that many of them had expressed concerns about the speed and scale with which the Trump Administration might draw down forces in Europe. “We agreed with the White House that there will be no surprises,” he said. “We’ll do it in a structured way.” He added, “I’m not responsible for everyone’s anxieties. I can take them into account, but I’m not led by them.”

Still, Rutte has attempted to minimize the opportunity for drama at the summit—proceedings will be kept short, and the final communiqué, expressing an agreed-upon conclusion, will be limited to a few paragraphs. The narrow focus is Rutte’s way of acknowledging the world-altering stakes. “This will be one of the most consequentialNATOsummits since the fall of the Berlin Wall,” he said. “To use Trump’s language, ‘huge.’ ”

The idea of a defensive alliance linking the United States and Europe began to percolate in the aftermath of the Second World War. European cities had been destroyed, their populations scattered; entire economies were on the brink of collapse. Across the Atlantic Ocean, however, the United States had become Europe’s de-facto hegemon. In 1946, Winston Churchill spoke of the U.S. as being “at the pinnacle of world power,” a position that came with “an awe-inspiring accountability to the future.”

The following year, President Harry Truman outlined the principles of what would become known as the Truman Doctrine, calling on “the United States to support free peoples who are resisting attempted subjugation by armed minorities or by outside pressures.” The Soviet Union, in the confusion and wreckage left by the war, was wasting little time installing client regimes in Eastern Europe. Truman hoped that, with U.S. military and economic support, a fractured and war-weary Continent could both achieve peace and hold off the Communists. General Hastings Ismay, Churchill’s chief military adviser during the war, who becameNATO’s first secretary-general, is credited with a remark that captured the alliance’s initial goals: “Keep the Soviet Union out, the Americans in, and the Germans down.”

With just fourteen articles, the North Atlantic Treaty, signed by twelve founding members in Washington, D.C., in April, 1949, is among the more concise documents of its kind. The United Nations charter has more than a hundred articles; the treaty governing the European Union has nearly three hundred and sixty. ButNATOwas not concerned with fisheries law or judicial processes; its goals were both more limited and more profound—to turn the world’s bloodiest landmass into its most peaceful, and to usher in an era of prosperity and social welfare unprecedented in human history. The signatories agreed to “eliminate conflict in their international economic policies” and to maintain an “individual and collective capacity to resist armed attack.” Article 5, on collective defense, defined the alliance’s purpose. “For those who seek peace, it is a guide to refuge and strength,” the U.S. Secretary of State, Dean Acheson, said in a speech at the signing ceremony, held in the State Department’s auditorium. “For those who set their feet upon the path of aggression, it is a warning.”

From the outset, however, American leaders were wary of becoming permanently entangled in European security affairs. In 1950, Dwight Eisenhower, who had commanded Allied Forces in Europe during the Second World War, becameNATO’s firstSACEUR. He was adamant that the presence of U.S. troops in Europe should be a mere stopgap until European states could muster their own forces. “We cannot be a modern Rome guarding the far frontiers with our legions,” he wrote in 1951. Less than a decade later, Eisenhower, by then the U.S. President, lamented that American troops appeared destined to undergird peace in Europe forever. “The Europeans now attempt to consider this deployment as a permanent and definite commitment,” he told his successor asSACEUR, an American general named Lauris Norstad. They were, he added, close to “making a sucker out of Uncle Sam.”

The nuclear age added immense gravity to the American commitment. If war erupted with the Soviet Union, andNATOforces were quickly outmatched, the U.S. would be risking not only the lives of troops stationed in Europe but also the lives of people at home, who were now within reach of Soviet ballistic missiles. This uncomfortable fact gave rise to debates over the trade of Boston for Berlin. As Henry Kissinger, who would become Richard Nixon’s Secretary of State, put it, no American President was likely to risk the life of a housewife in Kansas to protect that of one in Hamburg. In 1966, Charles de Gaulle, the French President, pulled France out ofNATO’s unified military command so that the country could develop its own nuclear deterrent, with the proverbial button situated in Paris, not Washington. (France only fully rejoinedNATOin 2009.) “There is an inherent tension in an alliance in which the major security provider is located three thousand miles away from where conflict is most likely,” Ivo Daalder, who served as U.S. Ambassador toNATOfrom 2009 to 2013, told me. “The core problem is the same today as it was in the Cold War.”

The collapse of Communism in Eastern Europe and the fall of the Soviet Union, while an obvious victory forNATO, raised new questions about the alliance’s necessity. “I expectedNATOto dwindle at the Cold War’s end and ultimately to disappear,” Kenneth Waltz, an influential political theorist of Realpolitik, later wrote. Instead, Waltz observed,NATOhad become like the March of Dimes, which was initially founded to fight polio: “Having won the war against polio, its mission was accomplished. Nevertheless, it cast about for a new malady to cure or contain.” In the case ofNATO, that meant extending the alliance to the newly free parts of Europe. “You could imagineNATOmembers deciding, Job’s done, let’s go home,” Daalder told me. “But they thought, Wait a minute,NATOdidn’t just deter war—it provided a security blanket for prosperity. If we did that for Western Europe, why can’t we do the same for Eastern Europe?”

For the Czech Republic, Hungary, and Poland, all of which entered the alliance in 1999, it wasn’t just the benefits of joining the global economy that looked attractive but also the promise of protection against Moscow. That was even more true for the Baltic states—Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania—which joinedNATOfive years later, after being occupied by the Soviet Union for half a century. Among the new members,NATO’s mission became one of reassurance. “To bring about economic and political transformation, they couldn’t be worrying about security problems to their east,” Daalder said. “And, at the time, it felt like that project could be achieved relatively cost-free.”

Ahead of the 2008NATOsummit, in Bucharest, the Bush Administration strongly backed the ascension of Georgia and Ukraine to the alliance. Members in Central and Eastern Europe—united in their suspicion of Russia—supported the idea, but a bloc ofNATO’s older members, led by France and Germany, were skeptical. They feared that the countries had not yet met the necessary political conditions and were wary of destabilizing relations with Moscow. During the summit, a compromise was hashed out. Rather than offer Georgia and Ukraine an actionable plan for membership, the alliance issued a declaration promising that they would “become members ofNATO” in the indeterminate future. Putin became fixated on this promise, however unlikely it was to be implemented, as a prime example of what he considered Western encroachment on Russia’s sphere of influence. In hindsight, the declaration “put Ukraine in the worst possible position,” Daalder said. “It offered something to Ukraine that was completely meaningless but put it squarely in the crosshairs of the Kremlin.” Meanwhile, he said, the alliance was setting itself up “to appear to be making decisions on which it couldn’t follow through.”

The Supreme Allied Commander Europe is what’s known as a dual-hatted position. The person who holds the role also serves as the head of the U.S. European Command, so theSACEURis, in other words, a commander forNATOand the U.S. at the same time. Strictly speaking, otherNATOmembers deal with theSACEUR. But the power and import of the role stems, in large part, from the occupant’s job atEUCOM. “SACEURis the big man, the demigod, the embodiment of American military power in Europe,” a European diplomat stationed atNATOheadquarters told me. General Philip Breedlove, who wasSACEURfrom 2013 to 2016, said that European diplomats and military officials would often visit his command headquarters, in Mons, Belgium, and tell him, “I’m not here to visit theSACEUR—I need to talk to the commander of U.S. European Command.”

In 2014, less than a year into Breedlove’s tenure, Russian soldiers without insignia on their uniforms—“little green men,” as they were popularly known—infiltrated and eventually occupied Crimea.NATOmembers in Eastern Europe pleaded for a meeting with Breedlove. “They were asking, ‘O.K., Mr.SACEUR, what are you gonna do? We’re next,’ ” he told me. “They were scared.”

Breedlove presented a range of possible options toNATO, none of which were adopted. The alliance operates according to consensus; an objection from any single member is enough to block an initiative. At the time, many European countries were still attached to the post-Cold War status quo, in which Russia was considered more of a trade partner than an adversary. France had an active deal worth hundreds of millions of euros to sell amphibious assault ships to Russia; Germany was the largest consumer of Russian gas in Europe and relied on those imports to fuel its manufacturing and industrial base. “There was quite a division,” Breedlove told me, between older members “who wanted to keep things, let’s say,tranquilo,” and the Eastern European states that joined in the nineties and two-thousands, “who were saying, ‘Invasion is imminent!’ ”

In the end, Breedlove came up with a compromise, not as theSACEURbut as the head ofEUCOM. That March, with the approval of President Barack Obama and the Pentagon, he pulled U.S. F-15C Eagle fighter jets from a base in the United Kingdom to police airspace above the Baltic states. Within hours, the first planes were in the sky, while others waited in Lithuania to replace them, forming what is known as a combat air patrol. “The truth is,” Breedlove said, “most European forces were not ready for that kind of deployment, that fast.” OtherNATOmembers, in particular Denmark and the U.K., decided to join the mission and sent their own planes. “The rest ofNATOgot a bit anxious that they weren’t involved,” Breedlove said. After a few weeks, the air patrols became part of an ongoingNATOoperation, still led by Breedlove, only now asSACEUR.

Later that year,NATOran a simulation to see how long it would take European militaries to move reinforcements, especially armored brigades, in the event of a Russian advance. Fabrice Pothier, thenNATO’s director of policy planning, told me that officials confronted a thicket of bureaucracy and regulations governing the movement of military equipment across European borders. “To get these brigades across Germany, it would take basically a year just to get the paperwork done,” he said. Jens Stoltenberg, who was then secretary-general, was incredulous. He hadNATOplanners create a map of Europe using three colors—red, amber, and green—to designate the amount of time required to move military forces across each member state. The result was “horrendous,” Pothier said. “It’s not that the Russians would win outright, but, rather, we would lose for what amounts to administrative reasons.”

That summer, at theNATOsummit in Wales, leaders agreed on a new readiness plan, which increased troop rotations to Central and Eastern Europe and instituted new measures to improve coördination and efficiency. Members also pledged to spend at least two per cent of their G.D.P. on defense. At the time, only three countries—the U.S., the U.K., and Greece—met this threshold; three years later, as Obama was leaving office, Poland and Estonia brought the number up to five. Obama spoke of the two-per-cent benchmark as “a goal that we have consistently set but not everybody has met.”

According toNATO’s estimates, in 2016, the U.S. defense budget accounted for seventy-two per cent of total military expenditures among allNATOallies. On the campaign trail, Trump was arguing that, in the post-Cold War era,NATOhad become “obsolete.” “Big statement to make when you don’t know that much about it,” he said, “but I learn quickly.” Most of his criticisms were about money. He told theTimesthat, if the U.S. was not “reasonably reimbursed for the tremendous cost of protecting these massive nations with tremendous wealth,” he would tellNATOallies, “Congratulations, you will be defending yourself.” In April, 2017, three months into Trump’s Presidency, he hosted Stoltenberg at the White House. Stoltenberg told him, “We are already seeing the effect of your strong focus on the importance of burden-sharing in the alliance.” Trump then said ofNATO, “It’s no longer obsolete.”

The following year, at theNATOsummit in Brussels, Trump joined the assembled heads of state for breakfast, where he called out Germany’s gas trade with Russia. “It certainly doesn’t seem to make sense that they paid billions of dollars to Russia and now we have to defend them against Russia,” he said. He widened his critique to the rest of Europe, saying, “They’re delinquent as far as I’m concerned.”

The next morning, during a meeting with his top foreign-policy officials, Trump asked Bolton, his national-security adviser, “Are you ready to do something historic?” (When I spoke with Bolton recently, he told me, “I just knew this was going to be bad.”) Later in the meeting, Trump declared, “We’re out.”

That afternoon, before a session devoted to the prospective membership of Georgia and Ukraine, Bolton implored Trump, “Go up to the line, but don’t cross it.” At the session, Trump launched into another critique of European underinvestment in defense and said that the U.S. was ready to “go our own way.” Bolton told me, “If I was a Catholic, I would have been doing my rosary.” Seemingly out of the blue, Trump declared that the two-per-cent spending target should be raised to four. Stoltenberg cleared the room, instructing only heads of state, ambassadors, and a handful of advisers to remain. “It was very important that the summit didn’t end in chaos,” he told me.

Rutte, then the Dutch Prime Minister, stepped in to pacify Trump. He suggested that the President look at the latest statistics on European defense spending, which was going up. “You can take credit for that, tell people it’s because of you,” Rutte told Trump, according to Timo Koster, a former Dutch diplomat andNATOpolicy official who was in the room. Trump quieted. “You could feel the relief,” Koster told me. Rutte, he said, “put the pin back in the grenade.”

At a post-summit press conference, a journalist asked Trump if he was considering a withdrawal fromNATO. “I think I probably can, but that’s unnecessary,” Trump said. In the end, he cited an additional thirty-three billion dollars thatNATOallies had promised to spend on defense—partly a reflection of budget decisions made before he became President—as vindication of his approach. “The United States’ commitment toNATOis very strong,” he told reporters. “The spirit they have, the amount of money they’re willing to spend, the additional money that they will be putting up has been really, really amazing to see.”

Bolton told me that Trump’s hostility toNATOwas simple: “As he sees it, we defend you, we don’t get anything out of it, and you won’t pay—so what’s the point?” Bolton himself has little patience for what he called “the airy-fairy stuff of our shared ideals.” Instead, he argued, the alliance offers both a strategic buffer—“It’s better to fight in Poland than in New Jersey”—and a way to project American power. He brought up the fact that Iceland, aNATOmember since its founding, has no military. An agreement from 1951 allows the U.S. to maintain a significant military presence on Iceland, a well-positioned staging point for the Arctic; in exchange, the U.S., throughNATO, is responsible for Iceland’s defense. “Iceland spends zero-point-zero per cent of its G.D.P. on defense,” Bolton said. “Should we kick Iceland out ofNATO? So you have no problem with Russia and China putting their own naval and airbases on Iceland once we leave?”

For manyNATOcountries, the election of Joe Biden as President represented a return to a calmer, more predictable relationship with the United States. At the 2021NATOsummit, in Brussels, Biden referred to Article 5 as a “sacred commitment,” and spoke, like Trump, of the 9/11 attacks, only this time he completed the thought. “NATOstepped up and they honored Article 5,” he said. “And I just want all of Europe to know the United States is there.”

In February, 2022, little more than a year into Biden’s Presidency, Russia launched its full-scale invasion of Ukraine. Suddenly,NATOwas faced with an actual land war in Europe. Individual member states dispatched military aid to Ukraine, an effort coördinated by the U.S. Defense Secretary, Lloyd Austin. (ANATOofficial close to Rutte told me that the Biden Administration “resisted quite robustly” the notion of other alliance members playing such a coördinating role.)NATOmembers, including the U.K., France, and Germany, increased the number of troops they had based in Eastern Europe. But the total number was still less than the twenty thousand soldiers the U.S. has sent, mostly to bases in Poland and Romania.

The deployments marked what a seniorNATOofficial called a “fundamental shift” away from an organization designed for regional security missions—sending small numbers of troops to do stabilization operations, with logistics and intelligence provided by the U.S.—to one dedicated to collective defense. “You’re defending your own homeland, your own territory,” the senior official said. “And it’s that much more intense because you’re potentially going to have to deal with a nuclear-armed peer opponent.”

Germany, for example, committed to increasing its presence in Lithuania from roughly a thousand soldiers to a full brigade, eventually reaching nearly five thousand soldiers. More significantly, the troops were stationed there permanently, on rotations lasting several years—the first long-term basing of German troops beyond the country’s borders since the Second World War. “We haven’t done anything like this in seventy years,” Falko Drossmann, a member of the German parliament’s defense committee, told me. “And to be honest no one wanted us to.”

For years, Germany has invested only modestly in its military. Carlo Masala, a professor at the University of Bundeswehr, in Munich, told me of aNATOexercise in 2021 in which the Bundeswehr, the German Army, deployed a brigade to Norway. “The rest of the German Army was left without winter gloves,” Masala said. “If you give the Bundeswehr a mission, they will fulfill it, but at the cost of readiness for the rest of the Bundeswehr.” Marcus Faber, the chair of the parliament’s defense committee, told me that, in the case of the brigade in Lithuania, “it may be hard for them, but it will be hard for the brigades in the rest of Germany, because they will be the ones giving up their equipment.”

Part of America’s outsized influence inNATOstems from what are known as strategic enablers, such as intelligence gathering and surveillance, targeting for long-range strikes, and air transport and air-to-air refuelling. “It’s not a question of whether or not you have enough bullets or tanks,” Julianne Smith, a former U.S. Ambassador toNATO, told me. “The enablers are the big systems that will allow you to use those types of weapons.”

According toNATO’s defense-planning principles, no one ally should provide more than fifty per cent of any given capability. But Rachel Ellehuus, a Pentagon representative toNATOduring the Biden Presidency, told me that the rule was regularly broken, with the U.S. providing, for example, the majority of heavy air transport and ground-based air-defense systems. The thinking, Ellehuus said, was “We’d rather you invest your limited defense dollars in something like fighter aircraft.” At times, the reliance has revealed vulnerabilities. In 2022, after Russia’s invasion, France prepared to move several hundred troops to Romania, but its military planners needed the U.S. to provide transport. The episode was “deeply troubling,” Smith said. “It’s not like we were asking them to deploy to the South China Sea.”

Europe’s biggest shortfall is in air defense. This spring, the Dutch chief of defense, General Onno Eichelsheim, told an audience at a panel on European security in Estonia that the Netherlands has only three Patriot air-defense systems—far fewer than is required to defend the entire country. In the case of a large-scale war, he said, “I can’t protect all the vital infrastructure in the Netherlands, so we have to make choices.” Amsterdam, Eichelsheim said, “is not important for me,” whereas Rotterdam is a major port and logistics hub. “So I’m going to protect that.” Germany has fewer than ten operational Patriot batteries at any one time, enough to cover the airspace over Berlin and one other city. “We can’t protect everyone,” Masala told me.

When Biden was President, deficiencies in European readiness did not always seem urgent. Constanze Stelzenmüller, an expert on transatlantic security at the Brookings Institution, told me that the “strategic mind meld” between the Biden Administration and European governments meant that both sides could convince themselves that America’s role inNATOcould be largely preserved. “Let’s be fair,” Ellehuus said. “The U.S. didn’t disabuse otherNATOmembers of the idea that it would underpin the alliance.” Liana Fix, an expert on Europe at the Council on Foreign Relations, tried to persuade Biden Administration officials to push Germany on defense issues. The response, Fix said, was “We don’t want to overpressure them. They should do it on their own time.”

Meanwhile, Fix also offered to help officials in the German Chancellery think through the implications of a possible second Trump Presidency. “We can hold workshops, write papers—we should prepare somehow,” Fix told them. The response, she said, was “stonewalling.” She added, “They didn’t want to talk about it, afraid of it becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy.”

The Biden Administration did, in fact, voice concerns that other allies were not spending enough or hadn’t developed sufficient defense capabilities. “They had a tone of frustration with people they thought weren’t pulling their weight,” a diplomat from a longtimeNATOmember state told me. “But they never issued direct threats. Rather, they appealed to a sense of allied kinship, that we should do better.” Inside the North Atlantic Council, the deliberative chamber inNATOheadquarters, there was little action taken to, as the diplomat put it, “fireproof the house” for a second Trump term.

Some members of the U.S. Congress, however, were alert to the threat posed by another Trump Presidency. In December, 2023, Biden signed a bill that prevented any U.S. President from withdrawing the country fromNATOwithout congressional approval. The legislation had originated in the Senate, where its Republican sponsor was Marco Rubio, who would go on to become Trump’s Secretary of State and national-security adviser.

Less than a month into Trump’s second term, Hegseth, the Secretary of Defense, visitedNATOheadquarters and told the other members that Europe needed to take charge of its own security. “Values are important,” he said. “But you can’t shoot values. You can’t shoot flags, and you can’t shoot strong speeches. There is no replacement for hard power.” Trump, he continued, “will not allow anyone to turn Uncle Sam into Uncle Sucker.” A Pentagon official said that John Healey, the British defense secretary, had seen a copy of Hegseth’s speech in advance. “He thought it would blindside a lot of folks,” the Pentagon official said. “He asked to tone it down.” (A Pentagon spokesperson said, “Secretary Hegseth did not soften his planned remarks . . . nor was he asked to soften his planned remarks.”)

NATOambassadors may have been alarmed by Hegseth’s language, but few were surprised by its central message. “It basically fit with what we thought would come one day,” the European diplomat said. “That the U.S. decides it cannot do everything everywhere.” When I asked Rutte about Hegseth’s speech, he brought up the acclaimed pianist Arthur Rubinstein: “You know what Rubinstein said—‘If I go onstage and I’m totally terrified, I cannot play. But if I go onstage and don’t have a little bit higher anxiety than when I was sitting at the dinner table, I will not be at my best.’ ” Rutte went on, “So there’s always a reason for us all to have a slightly elevated heartbeat.”

A day after Hegseth’s speech, Vice-President J. D. Vance appeared at the Munich Security Conference, an annual gathering of Western politicians and leading defense officials colloquially known as “Davos with guns.” The audience might have expected a speech outlining the new Administration’s defense policy for Europe, or even a plan for ending the war in Ukraine. Instead, Vance delivered a nearly twenty-minute lecture on what he described as a culture of anti-conservative censorship in Europe. It increasingly appeared, he said, that the Continent’s “old, entrenched interests” were “hiding behind ugly, Soviet-era words like ‘misinformation’ and ‘disinformation’ ” to suppress anyone who “might express a different opinion, or, God forbid, vote a different way—or even worse, win an election.” He mentioned a British man who was arrested while praying outside an abortion clinic; he also referenced Alternative für Deutschland, an ascendant far-right-wing party in Germany whose representatives were excluded from the Munich conference. “There is no security,” Vance said, “if you are afraid of the voices, the opinions, and the conscience that guide your very own people.”

Wolfgang Ischinger, a former chair of the Munich conference, described the reaction in the hall. “There was a degree of stunned silence,” he said. “If we don’t agree on what our fundamental values are anymore, why would America continue to offer us a security umbrella?” For European officials, the back-to-back speeches by Hegseth and Vance made it clear that Europe couldn’t just wait out the second Trump term and hope for a course correction in four years. “This Administration sees us Europeans as decadent, weak, woke,” the European diplomat told me. “What if what they really want is to undermine us? Honestly, the fact we even have to ask this question at all about a U.S. Administration already freaks a lot of people out.”

In a sense, the Pentagon official told me, that was the plan. “It was all highly choreographed,” he said. The Hegseth speech was meant to demonstrate that “the American security relationship with Europe is changing—not ending, but it does need to change.” Vance’s address was designed to push back on the moralizing of European leaders about matters in the U.S. The Pentagon official noted that the European Parliament had publicly rebuked the Supreme Court’s 2022 ruling overturning the right to an abortion in the U.S. “You’re lecturing us about this at the same time you’re banning political parties and outlawing certain types of speech,” he told me. “It’s all deeply hypocritical.”

Several European officials I spoke to compared Vance’s speech to one delivered by Robert Gates, the Defense Secretary under George W. Bush and Obama, at the Munich conference in 2007. “NATOis not a ‘paper membership,’ or a ‘social club,’ or a ‘talk shop,’ ” Gates had said. “It is a military alliance—one with very serious real-world obligations.” Four years later, during a farewell speech in Brussels, Gates was even more blunt, warning of “dwindling appetite and patience” in the U.S. for European nations “that are apparently unwilling to devote the necessary resources or make the necessary changes to be serious and capable partners in their own defense.” Future U.S. political leaders, Gates said, “may not consider the return on America’s investment inNATOworth the cost.”

At the time, Gates’s message barely registered, whereas the speeches this spring led to a prolonged cycle of anguished debate. “Gates asked nicely as a friend and was ignored,” Gideon Rose, the former editor ofForeign Affairs, who has been researching U.S.-European security coöperation, said. “Vance acted like a dick and abused them and got everybody’s attention.” A. Wess Mitchell, a top official at the State Department during Trump’s first term, told me, “I don’t share the fear of some Europeans that the United States is out to abandon them, but if that fear leads them to finally take defense more seriously, then maybe it’s not a bad thing. I’ve yet to see anything else that works.”

Across Europe, governments have been announcing defense investments that dwarf those made in the immediate wake of Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. In late February, after elections in Germany returned the center-right Christian Democratic Union to power, the party’s leader and presumptive Chancellor-elect, Friedrich Merz, said that the current U.S. Administration “does not care much about the fate of Europe.” As Chancellor, Merz continued, “my absolute priority will be to strengthen Europe as quickly as possible so that, step by step, we can really achieve independence from the U.S.A.” Three weeks later, the German parliament voted to suspend the country’s so-called debt brake for defense spending, undoing a key pillar of German fiscal policy and freeing up hundreds of billions of euros for military expenditures.

A week after the German election, the Ukrainian President, Volodymyr Zelensky, visited the White House. At the time, the Trump Administration was attempting to negotiate a ceasefire between Ukraine and Russia, with terms that heavily favored Putin: Ukraine would concede all the territory that Russia had occupied and give up its effort to joinNATO. Zelensky had rejected the proposal outright; in the Oval Office, Trump and Vance berated him. “Have you said thank you once?” Vance scolded. Afterward, the Administration briefly froze military aid to Ukraine. Within hours, the European Commission president, Ursula von der Leyen, proposed a plan to increase European defense spending by eight hundred billion euros.

Rasmussen, the formerNATOsecretary-general, acknowledged that European defense was entering a new era, which came with certain discomforts. But he welcomed the change. “For too long, we have relied on an old model that doesn’t work any longer,” he said. “Namely, a combination of cheap Russian energy, cheap goods from China, and cheap security from the United States.” In Europe, he added, “Trump’s election as President has been considered a bigger threat to our security than Putin’s invasion of Ukraine. That’s embarrassing.”

The Russian Army has suffered an estimated one million casualties since the invasion of Ukraine, and yet, because of the Kremlin’s accelerated conscription drive and recentering of the economy on the defense industry, it is now fifteen per cent larger than it was at the start of the war. Rutte often notes that Russia produces more ammunition in three months than the whole ofNATOdoes in a year. Estimates vary for how quickly Russia could ready its forces to mount a challenge toNATO. Rutte has spoken of a time horizon of five years, though much depends on the scale of the attack. This spring, Eichelsheim, the Dutch chief of defense, said at the conference in Estonia that, once the current phase of the war in Ukraine ends, Russia “will be capable of at least giving us a dilemma within a year.”

Putin’s ambitions aren’t necessarily dependent on military capability. “The goal of weakeningNATOis key,” a high-ranking European intelligence officer told me. “If Putin makes the decision to pursue that militarily, they don’t need much regeneration time; the capabilities are basically there.” But, the intelligence officer explained, Putin would likely try a host of other measures—political influence, sabotage—before turning to raw military force: “We assess war is the last option.” In June, Bruno Kahl, the head of Germany’s foreign-intelligence service, told an interviewer, “There are people in Moscow who no longer believe thatNATO’s Article 5 works. And they would like to test it.” Kahl continued, “They don’t need to send tanks for that. They just have to send ‘little green men’ to Estonia.”

The geography of the region would dictate Putin’s options if he wanted to pursue an attack. In Lithuania, Russian forces would likely try to close off the Suwałki Gap, a forty-mile stretch of land that separates the Russian enclave of Kaliningrad, on the Baltic Sea, from Belarus, a Russian ally that offers a staging point for its military. In Kaliningrad alone, Russia has permanently stationed more troops than Lithuania possesses in its entire armed forces. In Estonia, Russian forces could overtake the city of Narva, which is separated from Russia by a river, and march onward to the capital, Tallinn. A decade ago, in a series of war games run byRAND, it took Russian forces no more than sixty hours to reach Tallinn. Breedlove cautioned that the assessment needed updating. “That was beforeNATOstarted deploying capable forces forward,” he said. “And even more important than the number of people is the enabling kit that goes with them”—artillery, air defense, logistics, intelligence, and reconnaissance. “They’re quite prickly pears now,” Breedlove said of the Baltic states.

On a rainy afternoon in Tallinn this spring, I met with Hardi Lammergas, a lieutenant colonel in the Estonian Army, at the headquarters of the general staff. Lammergas was overseeing a large-scale exercise, code-named Hedgehog, to test the country’s defense plans. The Estonian Defence Forces had called up more than seven thousand reservists for the exercise, and a dozen otherNATOcountries and allies had also contributed forces. Sweden sent a battalion from a base in Latvia; France and the United Kingdom deployed reinforcements to Estonia by sea and on heavy trucks, as they would in the case of a real conflict. Lammergas explained that the exercise was premised on an end to the war in Ukraine. “If Russia wins, they emerge bruised but confident, and they might have the appetite to testNATOcoherence,” he told me. “Or they lose—which also means they’re bruised, but also angry, and they’ll want payback. The most logical place to try will be inNATO’s weakest spot: the eastern flank in the Baltic states.”

The armed forces currently stationed in the region are meant to repel a limited Russian attack. In a larger invasion, like the one envisioned in Hedgehog,NATOforces would likely choose to cede ground and try to hold defensible positions until reinforcements arrived—presuming Article 5 had been triggered—and mount a counterattack. This is the strategy Ukraine pursued in the early days of the war, especially around Kyiv, when Russian units quickly advanced and then became bogged down, cut off from their logistics and vulnerable to drone and artillery strikes. But Estonia is less than a tenth the size of Ukraine; there is only so far defending troops could pull back before they either surrendered the capital or ended up in the sea. “Our strategic rear is Sweden,” Lammergas said.

I paid a visit to an Estonian infantry battalion, whose soldiers were defending the Valgejõgi, a river fifty miles from Tallinn, which, for the Hedgehog exercise, was used as a proxy for the Narva River, on the Russian border. “If Russia wants to enter Estonia, they need to cross the river line,” Eero Aija, an Estonian officer who served multiple tours in Afghanistan, told me. “That’s obviously their first objective.” His radio crackled with English voices; Estonian soldiers communicate in English, for the benefit of the British soldiers embedded in their brigade, but also as a training measure for a wider conflict, when units from dozens ofNATOmilitaries would presumably be in the fight. Estonia effectively has no air force and, despite its position on the Baltic Sea, a navy of less than ten ships, most of which perform police and coast-guard functions. “There are no Estonian defense plans andNATOdefense plans,” Aija said. “NATOdefense plans are Estonian defense plans.”

Deeper in the woods, the Estonian forces were pushing through dense vegetation, “trying to get behind the enemy,” Kristjan Muuli, an Estonian captain, told me. Drones were circling overhead. Muuli, whose grandparents were banished to Siberia in the early forties by Soviet authorities, said that Estonia was incorporating lessons from the war in Ukraine: don’t make yourself an easy target (“Always park vehicles well away from defensive positions”); be aware of counter-drone strikes (“Don’t launch the drone from your position—go six, seven hundred metres away”); keep batteries on hand (“We always have to charge them—we never have enough”). Every now and then, a drone would drop a training grenade. Muuli tells the soldiers under his command, “If you’re within a fifteen- or twenty-metre radius, you’re dead.”

The next day, I travelled to the southeast, where a sprawling area of thick forest and farmland, wet and muddy with rain, had become a training ground. A mobile rocket launcher was parked behind a barn; soldiers in combat gear studied maps in the aisle of a village grocery store. The idea was that, in case Russia invades, the locals andNATOsoldiers should be accustomed to dealing with each other. Near a copse of pine trees, I met Brian Looper, a captain in the U.S. Army. He was commanding a company of armored fighting vehicles, which have been stationed in Estonia since February; for the exercise, Looper’s company was on the “red” team—that is, the invading army. (The defending side was the “blue” team.) “I tell my guys to pay attention to these roads, this mud, these forests,” Looper told me. “This is the ground where, if need be, you’re meant to fight.”

Looper was talking over the chugging rumble of a Bradley command vehicle. He pulled out a laminated map and gave an update on his unit’s movements to William Branch, a U.S. Army lieutenant colonel. Branch had come to Estonia from Poland, where he heads aNATOmultinational battle group that is integrated into a Polish brigade. Around a thousand soldiers, from Croatia, Romania, the U.K., and the U.S., serve under him. Branch is subordinate to a Polish general. “In the event of an Article 5 scenario,” he told me, “I would fall underneath myNATOcommanders and move out to the Suwałki Gap.” During training missions, he added, he and the soldiers under his command often call out, “Dla Polski”—“For Poland.”

As part of the red team’s objective of capturing southeastern Estonia and isolating Tallinn, Looper’s units had taken a series of key bridges and transport crossings. Early on, they also took out a mortar team of French troops. “We pissed them off pretty bad,” Looper said. The red team benefitted from what Branch called a “capabilities overmatch”—they had more heavy armor and more long-range fire than the defenders. “That’s very realistic,” Branch said, given the presumed capabilities of a Russian invasion force. But the point of Hedgehog wasn’t for the blue team to prevail; it was to identify vulnerabilities in the country’s defenses and correct them. Branch told me, “You want to learn those lessons in exercises, not during an actual fight.”

In March, when Rutte visited the White House, Trump greeted him warmly. “It’s great to be with a friend of mine,” Trump said, adding that Rutte was doing a “fantastic job” as secretary-general. Rutte praised Trump for his efforts to broker a ceasefire in Ukraine. “You broke the deadlock,” he said. “I really want to commend you for this.” He mentioned the upcomingNATOsummit in The Hague, saying, “I’d love to host you there in the summer and work together to make sure that it will be a splash, a real success, projecting American power on the world stage.”

Since the election, Trump has repeatedly stated his desire for the U.S. to annex Greenland, a territory of Denmark. “I think it will happen,” he told a journalist during Rutte’s visit. “I’m sitting with a man that can be very instrumental.” He added, pointing to Rutte, “We will be talking to you.” Rutte appeared unruffled at the suggestion that he might help oneNATOmember annex the territory of another. “When it comes to Greenland,” he said, unfurling a tight smile, “yes or no, joining the U.S., I would leave that outside this discussion, because I don’t want to dragNATOin that.” But, he added, Trump was “totally right” when it came to his concerns about security in the Arctic and the need to address Chinese and Russian activity in the region. When I asked Rutte about the exchange, he said, “If I want to be effective, in some discussions, it’s better for me to stay quiet when the cameras are rolling.”

The White House visit revealed a central dilemma facing not only Rutte but the alliance itself: even as Europe rearms, it is impossible to contemplate replacing the United States as the guarantor of Europe’s security. Alienating an American President, especially one as prone to impulsive outbursts as Trump, isn’t an option. “We try to cut him a lot of slack,” a diplomat from northern Europe stationed atNATOheadquarters said of Rutte. “He has a very difficult task and, well, perfect might not be on the menu.”

But it’s also true that Rutte largely agrees with Trump that Europe should become more self-reliant in matters of defense. “It’s not simply that Trump became President and all of a sudden people woke up,” he said. Rutte brought up the U.S. air strikes in Yemen in March, a response to a sustained campaign of attacks by Houthi rebels on international shipping vessels in the Red Sea. Jeffrey Goldberg, the editor ofThe Atlantic, was accidentally added to a Signal group of Trump Administration officials who were coördinating the strikes; he later published screenshots of the conversation. “I just hate bailing out Europe again,” Vance wrote in one message. Hegseth replied, “I fully share your loathing of European free-loading. It’s PATHETIC.”

In advance of the strikes, Rutte got a call from Mike Waltz, who was then Trump’s national-security adviser. (“It’s a tradition,” Rutte said. “The U.S. informs me as secretary-general before these big things start.”) Rutte’s reaction was not dissimilar to Vance’s. He knew that the shipping lanes in the Red Sea were used more by European companies than by American ones. “So why is the U.S. doing this?” Rutte recalled thinking. “Well, because the Europeans can’t.” The view is widely shared across the Continent. When I asked a top European foreign-policy official about the Signal chat, the official replied, “Frankly, itisan issue that only Americans are able to carry out an operation like that. It doesn’t seem healthy.”

In the meantime, most European governments have embraced the fact that they will have to spend more on defense. Twenty-twoNATOmembers now meet the two-per-cent target, compared with just eight in 2021. Poland is expected to spend 4.7 per cent of its G.D.P. on defense this year. (The countries closest to Russia tend to spend the most on defense, rendering Trump’s repeated claim that he will assist only thoseNATOmembers who meet the alliance’s spending pledges functionally moot.) Spain, with the lowest spending in all ofNATO, at 1.24 per cent of its G.D.P., has indicated it will hit the two-per-cent threshold this year, after previously promising to do so by 2029. Even Iceland has formed a parliamentary committee to revamp the country’s defense policy. (Last year, Russia spent an estimated seven per cent of its G.D.P. on defense.)

The Trump Administration has yet to clarify its plans to remove troops and equipment from Europe. “The United States is going to start pulling back forces, probably this year,” the Pentagon official said. “But I want to be clear: that doesn’t mean a complete withdrawal.” The official suggested that U.S.-force levels in Europe could end up resembling what they were before Russia’s 2014 annexation of Crimea. “It has to be orderly,” the official said. But, he added, “it’s not like we’re withdrawing from Iraq or Syria or Afghanistan—if we don’t replace the rotational brigade in Romania, does that mean the Russians are going to be in Bucharest the next day? No, that’s absurd.”

Trump’s current Ambassador toNATOis Matthew Whitaker, a former U.S. Attorney from Iowa who, after a failed run for Senate, served as an acting Attorney General in Trump’s first term. “He’s a great guy, folksy, personable,” the diplomat from a longtimeNATOmember state said. “His job is clearly to deliver on defense spending.”

In May, at the defense conference in Estonia, Whitaker told a roomful of Europeans, “I’m going to shoot with you straight.” The U.S. was going to reduce its troop presence in Europe, and Europe was expected to insure its own security. “This is going to happen, and it’s going to happen now,” he said. “This is going to be orderly, but we are not going to have any more patience for foot-dragging in this situation.” Later, Bruno Tertrais, the deputy director of a French think tank, quipped onstage, “Saying ‘orderly’ and ‘Trump’ in the same sentence is only mildly convincing.”

After the Trump Administration set its five-per-cent target forNATOmembers, Rutte voiced support for a spending formula in which countries would agree to a target of three and a half per cent for strict military spending—tanks, missiles, new troop formations—and an additional one and a half per cent for infrastructure projects that contain a military component, such as trains, roads, and cybersecurity. The proposal will be the subject of the upcomingNATOsummit in The Hague. Whitaker has endorsed the new terms, though he has warned that the smaller category of spending can’t be “a grab bag for everything that you could possibly imagine.”

This spring, multipleNATOofficials told me that any sense of anxiety about America’s contribution to European security was unfounded: after all, nothing has changed in terms of the allocation of hard power. “It’s been several months and not a single American boot has left these shores,” the official close to Rutte said. “If they intended a completely chaotic, mass withdrawal, then what are they waiting for?” In May, Ischinger, the former chair of the Munich conference, travelled to Washington for another event with Vance. This time, Vance came off as conciliatory, saying, “It’s completely ridiculous to think that you’re ever going to be able to drive a firm wedge between the United States and Europe,” whom he described as “on the same civilizational team.” Trump recently nominated Alexus Grynkewich, a lieutenant general in the U.S. Air Force, to serve as the nextSACEUR. The job will stay filled by an American after all. “It was never a real thing,” the Pentagon official said of rumors that the U.S. might hand over the role.

In June, I talked to Whitaker about his mission in Brussels. For the past seventy-six years, he said,NATO’s other members “have oftentimes relied on the United States to pay for European security.” Trump “wanted to equalize that relationship and sent me over here to do that.” This was not an ultimatum, Whitaker said. “We’re just pointing out that some countries are still underspending based on their commitments from eleven years ago. And we have to be honest with people—we have to say this is no longer acceptable.” He spoke of Russia’s “hot war” in Ukraine and America’s “hundred-year competition” with China: “This is not a time to be comfortable.” He sounded like a champion ofNATO, rather than a critic. His boss feels the same way, he said. “NATOis going exactly in the direction that President Trump would like.” ♦

Your Hip Surgery, My Headache, by David Sedaris

The year my sister Amy was invited to play Mrs. Claus in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade was the same year Hugh had his hip replaced.

“It somehow makes sense that these two things are happening within a week of each other,” I said.

“Except I’m not doing it,” Amy told me.

It was nearly midnight, and we were in my apartment in New York, gathered in the living room. The view from the window looked like the backdrop of a talk show—a jumble of tall buildings with thousands of lit windows, some of them winking. “How can younotplay Mrs. Claus?” I asked.

Amy ticked the reasons off on her fingers. “One: they want me there at 3a.m.Two: it’s supposed to rain. And three: they’re not paying me anything.”

“Macy’s doesn’t pay Mrs. Claus?” I asked, surprised in the same way I’d be if I’d learned that she—Mrs. Claus—had been married before, maybe to another woman, like, “What? That can’t be true!”

With us in the living room were two Frenchmen whom Hugh and I know from Normandy: Olivier, who owns a donkey and had been teaching himself English with Duolingo, and David, who also has a donkey but spoke no English whatsoever. Still, he could understand by my tone that something outrageous was happening.

“Qu’est-ce qui se passe?” he asked.

“The department store that calls itself the House of Macy will not give money to the bride of Father Christmas,” I said in French. “For us, this is unacceptable!”

Olivier and David had arrived a week earlier and were staying with us until the Saturday after Thanksgiving. It was their first trip to New York, and they were overwhelmed by how loud and crowded the city was. My sister Gretchen, who lives in North Carolina, was also staying with us, and while I was happy to see her and our French friends, I’d just returned from a long tour and had not had any time alone—or alone with just Hugh—since mid-September. We have a good deal of room in our New York apartment. It’s not like anyone was sleeping on a sofa or hanging wet towels off the doorknobs. I just resented having to adjust my schedule. House guests meant less time at my desk, both in the morning and in the evening, when, mainly because of Gretchen, we had to eat dinner earlier than usual. I can put up with a lot, but when my work schedule is interrupted I get antsy. It didn’t help that just four days after Gretchen was due to leave, Hugh would be checking into the hospital for hip surgery. “And don’t think I’m not going to need you,” he said over Thanksgiving dinner.

A whiz in the kitchen, Hugh makes all our meals, and when I suggested that he could probably still manage—“I’m sure other people have. Can’t you cook, like, from a wheelchair or something?”—he said, “No,you’regoing to do it. Three times a day and for as long as I need you to.” He poured himself a glass of wine. “I could be out of commission for months!”

“Yes, but you don’t know that for a fact,” I reminded him. “I’m sure there are people who recover from a hip replacement in a matter of days. You just don’t hear about them.”

David asked what we were talking about, and I said, in French, “After the hospital, he wants to make a strike!”

However difficult Hugh’s operation would be, I doubted that it could be worse than the year and a half leading up to it. There was no one day he started complaining about his pain—he’s always done that to some degree. Rather, it shifted from his back or his sciatica to his hip, then stayed there and intensified.

“Ow!” he’d cry, wincing as he sat down at the lunch or dinner table, as he bent before the oven or even looked at a stepladder. Hugh never says anything so simple as “I have a headache,” or “My finger hurts.” Instead, he describes his pain in detail, the way he might to a doctor who’d just said, “Tell me everything, and I want you to be as specific as possible.”

I know when Hugh is on the phone with his mother because all his talk will be about his sore wrist, his swollen joint, the cut on his foot. When I offer to get him an ice pack, an ibuprofen, a Band-Aid, he’ll say in a voice that is weak but also bitter, “That’s O.K. I’ll get it myself later if I need to.”

“They don’t hand out medals for needless suffering,” I’ll remind him.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” he’ll tell me.

I know all about kidney stones and gum surgery. I know about broken ribs and urinary-tract infections. When it came to hip pain, though, he had me.

His groaning would sometimes wake me in the middle of the night.

“Listen,” I’d tell him, “if I could take your pain and suffer it myself, I would, if only to get a decent night’s sleep.”

This went on day after day, until I could no longer remember its absence.

Hugh became a non-stop grouse. Ghosts in movies moaned less than he did. Still, it took a lot to get him to see a specialist. “The doctor said it’s bone on bone,” he reported after returning from his appointment. “Do you have the slightest idea of what that feels like?”

Two months after Thanksgiving, Hugh would turn sixty-five and be eligible for Medicare, but even that was too long to wait. Luckily, we have health insurance, and it appeared that our plan would cover the brunt of the cost. And so, in what seemed like very little time, he was scheduled for surgery at one of the hospitals within a short walking distance of our apartment. There are a number of them, so many that when our friend Tracy was looking for a place on the Upper East Side, and we suggested our part of it, she instead chose to get something thirty blocks north. “All the Google Street Views I looked at in your neighborhood showed people who were crying,” she told us.

It’s something I hadn’t noticed until she said it. Then I thought,She’s right!If our sidewalks are clean, it’s likely due to a steady downpour of tears, mostly in the vicinity of Memorial Sloan Kettering.

The place Hugh went to was called the Hospital for Special Surgery. “It’s the best,” his doctor said, as did many of the retired residents in our building who’d had their hips and knees and shoulders replaced there. “If you need a walker or a wheelchair, just ask,” any one of them would tell us. “I’ve got one in the basement!”

A neighbor said that she still had some painkillers left. Another offered to loan us her comfort-height toilet seat. Hugh passed, but wound up buying his own. “The doctor says I’ll need it,” he told me.

The sight of the puffy, foot-tall toilet seat in our home was too much for me, a spectre of death no less chilling than the Grim Reaper himself. I said, “Next, bring in a coffin, why don’t you.”

The day before his surgery, Hugh talked to his older brother John in Washington State, then limped into my office to recap their conversation. “He said he really wished he was here to help take care of me.”

I looked up from my laptop. “Call him back.”

“I don’t know that he reallymeantit,” Hugh said.

I handed him my phone. “Sure he did, call him. Do it now.”

“John can’t afford a last-minute ticket across the country,” Hugh told me. “And I know for a fact that he won’t want to drive three hours from his house to the Seattle airport.”

“He won’t have to,” I said. “Call him.”

That was at 3p.m.New York time. By five, a hired car was heading to Port Angeles to collect Hugh’s brother, and by midnight John was in a first-class seat to J.F.K., where another car would be waiting to deliver him to our apartment.

I said to Amy, “It’s worth every penny.”

I like all of Hugh’s siblings. Each is creative in his or her own way. John, for instance, can make a sculpture out of anything. Hand him an empty sardine tin, three chopsticks, and a broken calculator, and he’ll turn them into something remarkable. He’s a wonderful writer as well, and a huge reader. John is warm and inquisitive. He’s bighearted and energetic, and I’d always looked forward to his visits, especially now. “He can cook, right?” I asked.

“Well, sure,” Hugh said, “but it’s just regular stuff he makes for his grandkids. Pork chops, macaroni and cheese, that kind of thing.”

“That’ll do,” I told him. “At least until you can stand on your feet long enough to pan-fry scallops.”

John hadn’t yet arrived when I collected Hugh’s overnight bag and accompanied him to the hospital for his operation. For years, I’d heard horror stories about American health care, but this place was first-rate. After checking in, we were led to a small, spotless room with curtains for walls. There was an examining table set up, and, once Hugh had changed into a medical gown, we were visited by six staff members, starting with a nurse who inserted an I.V. into the back of his hand and cleaned out his nose with iodine. An aide shaved and then washed the hip that needed replacing. Then came another nurse, who took a vial of Hugh’s blood and asked a series of questions, including “When did you last have a bowel movement?”

I put my fingers in my ears and made the noise of a hundred thousand bees.

“Are you O.K.?” the young woman asked.

“We don’t do things like that,” I told her, rocking back and forth, my fingers still in my ears.

“We don’t have bowel movements,” I explained. “The bathrooms at our house are for soaking in the tub and brushing our teeth—that’s it. Nothing else has ever happened there.”

I know couples who sit on the toilet with the door open, who merrily pass gas in front of each other and discuss their evacuations in graphic detail. But Hugh and I are not those people. Hearing his answer to the nurse’s question could have possibly destroyed me, and so I kept my fingers in my ears until she left and the anesthesiologist arrived. Then came another nurse and, finally, the surgeon—Dr. Reif—who, we learned, had just amputated a leg.

Sitting in the curtained-off room, listening as patients to the left and right of us were asked about their bowel movements, too, I realized that I had never seen Hugh frightened before. “You’ll be fine,” I told him, patting his hand and noticing for the first time that it had age spots on it.

At 11a.m., right on schedule, a gurney pulled up. Hugh was outfitted with a bonnet, and, after he was wheeled away, I went home to meet John, who has visited us in France and England but, like Olivier and David, had never before been to New York. All the Hamrick brothers are handsome, though in slightly different ways, like dogs born in different litters to the same purebred parents. John’s jaw is squarer than Hugh’s and Sam’s, and his thick hair, even as he turns seventy, has hardly any gray in it. His gait is looser, and he’s more affectionate, always ready to lay a hand on your shoulder, and perhaps surprise you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Ick,” I said, when we greeted each other. “Get off me!”

Walking from my apartment to the Morgan Library, where we would have lunch, took three times as long as it normally would because John kept stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to look up: “Wow. Did you see the detail on that building?”

A woman slammed into his back, the way I myself have done a thousand times when a tourist, oblivious to the people around him, quits moving in order to gawk and point.

“You could at least apologize!” John shouted after her once she’d skittered around him, muttering.

We were eating when the surgeon called to say that he had finished, and that there had been no complications.

It hadn’t occurred to me that anything might have gone wrong, though I suppose it easily could have. Eight years earlier, John’s wife—a woman he’d been with since he was fourteen, the mother of his child—died of a blood clot after breaking her leg. Totally unexpected, and his entire life was derailed. I’m still not sure how he makes it from one day to the next, and in such good humor. Time helps, I imagine, as do all the philosophy books he reads. For a while, he saw a therapist. Now he dates a woman who lives down the street from him and makes her own greeting cards.

It’s amazing how quickly doctors can get hip-replacement patients back on their feet. The morning after the operation, John and I entered the hospital and found Hugh shuffling down a hallway. He had a physical therapist by his side and was using a walker—but still!

Getting him home a short time later involved a thick cushion and a car with plenty of legroom. “Ow!” he said whenever I tried to help. “You’re making everything worse!”

In the apartment, he steered his walker toward the bed. “I’m going to need you to take my shoes off,” he said to me, adding, as I began to do so, “Slowly! Now put my slippers on—not like that!! Get me my shoehorn!”

He needed a blanket, his phone, a glass of water. “Notthat muchwater!” he complained when I handed it to him. There were prescriptions to be picked up, and sickroom equipment—for instance, an adjustable stool he’d need when getting in and out of bed. I went to four different places looking for one. At CVS, I came upon a well-dressed white-haired woman who had in her shopping cart a pack of wet wipes and eight quart-size cartons of half-and-half.

“God, that’s a lot of half-and-half,” I said to her. “Who on earth needs that much?”

“I’m having guests,” she snapped, and I scurried away.

That evening, I went with Amy to our friend Mike’s for dinner.

“I can’t believe you’re abandoning me,” Hugh said as I dressed to leave.

I reminded him that it had been on the calendar for months. “And I’m notabandoningyou—John is here.”

It was nice to get away, if only for a few hours. To have someone bringmebowls of nuts and glasses of water. At the table, I mentioned the lady who’d growled at me at CVS. Then Mike told us about a woman who’d spotted Ted Koppel carrying a basketful of avocados at a farm stand in Maryland.

“None of your goddam business,” he reportedly answered.

I recapped the evening for Hugh the following morning, saying that there were plenty more parties coming up. “Hopefully, you can come with me to Antonio’s Christmas lunch in two weeks. We had so much fun last year, remember?”

“Two weeks!” Hugh gestured toward his outstretched leg. “Look at me! Are you out of your mind?”

John, who had gone that morning to buy a juicer, set a glass of something that poured like wet cement in front of his brother and raised his voice, which was unlike him. “My God, David. He’s just had major surgery!”

I raised my voice in return. “Well, excuse me! I thought that eventually hemight get better!”

By outsourcing Hugh’s care, I had shut myself out of his recovery. Now I wanted back in, but it was too late. After saying, “Whatever you do, don’t give him a bell,” Amy brought Hugh an empty can she’d put a few quarters in.

Clang,clang,clang, I’d hear while sitting at my desk.Clang, clang.

“How can I help?” I’d ask, racing into the bedroom.

“John is downstairs,” Hugh would say. “Go get him and tell him I need to put my socks on.”

I’d roll up my sleeves. “I can do that for you.”

The two were inseparable, and would convene each morning to dissect their dreams. “So I’m back in Port Angeles under a pitch-black sky, frying—get this—pennies in a skillet,” I caught John saying a week after his arrival, as he sat on the edge of the bed, massaging oil into Hugh’s feet. “I might be wrong, but I’m interpreting this to mean I could use more copper and iron in my diet.”

At meals, the brothers would reflect on their childhoods in Africa. “Remember that C.I.A. agent who had a crush on Mom in Djibouti?” “What was the name of that Belgian nun in Ethiopia who we gave our monkey to?”

It made it hard to join the conversation. This as opposed to when Amy would visit. Shortly after Hugh’s operation, she had her elderly rabbit, Tina, put to sleep. A few days later, nose stuffed up and with puffy eyes, she came to dinner.

“Actually,” Amy said, “I think I’m allergic to Tina’s ghost.”

Hugh has a sister named Ann, and one morning I walked into the dining room and found him talking with her on speakerphone. “Do you have comfortable enough chairs?” she asked.

The answer would normally be yes, but, on account of his hip, he had to be raised up while sitting. “There are a few that are O.K. if I put a cushion on them,” Hugh told her, gesturing for me to refill his coffee cup. “At my doctor’s office yesterday, I saw one that would be perfect, but there’s no way David would allow it into the apartment. It’s too ugly.”

“Well, screw him,” I heard Ann say. “We’re talking about your health here!”

The next morning, she sent a text that read “Is David any help to you?”

Before Hugh could answer, I picked up his phone and typed, “None at all,” adding an emoji—my first time ever—of a skunk.

I expected her to respond with “You’re kidding,” or “I don’t believe that for one second.”

Instead, she wrote, “That sort of angers me. But then, he’s so self-involved.”

Rather than texting her back, I returned to my office and resumed writing in my diary.Self-involved,indeed, I thought. Hugh hadn’t shown me the chair he was talking to Ann about, but, if it was truly that ugly, I’m sure he wouldn’t have wanted it, either. Why was I the villain here?

Hugh went off his painkillers after the third day. After the eighth, he cast aside his walker and was able to get around using a cane. He made it to the lobby, slowly, then all the way to the corner. Now that he didn’t need quite as much attention, I started taking John to see a bit of the city. One afternoon, on the C train, we came upon a man who had peed on himself—and had likely been doing so for quite a while. The stench of old urine was so intense that it had emptied half the subway car. Neither awake nor asleep, he sat slumped beside a dribbling vodka bottle, muttering.

Check, I thought, since that’s something every visitor to New York needs to see. After looking at this man for a moment or two, John remarked not on the smell or on the ridiculous Santa hat the man wore but on his hands. “Did you notice how beautiful they are?” he asked.

I took him to lunch at a deli in Carnegie Hill. Just as our orders arrived, I heard someone ask, “Can we get a picture?”

Must I? I thought, looking to my right and realizing that the person was talking not to me but to Kevin Spacey.

“Hasn’t he been cancelled?” John asked much more loudly than he needed to.

“It still counts as a star sighting,” I told him, thinking,Check!

We went to the Met andMoMA, then to the most garish of souvenir shops so that John could buy sweatshirts for his grandsons. In Times Square, he stood stock still and took photos of billboards as people who work in that neighborhood cursed the pair of us. I said to Hugh when we got home, “I even took him to see the tree at Rockefeller Center.”

That was huge, as no one in their right mind goes anywhere near Rockefeller Center from Thanksgiving to mid-January or so.

“What do you want, a medal?” Hugh asked.

I tried to remember that he was still in pain, and that, trapped inside for all but thirty minutes a day, he was going a little stir-crazy. It was hard for both of us, but became surprisingly easier when, shortly before Christmas, John returned to Washington State. On that morning, I accompanied Hugh to his surgeon’s office for a follow-up appointment.

“Any questions?” Dr. Reif asked after removing Hugh’s bandage to examine the wound.

“Yes,” I said. “Do you see any reason why he can’t cook Christmas dinner? We have nine guests coming, and he’s threatening to have it catered.”

The doctor replaced the bandage. “Oh, I think he’s up to it. That said, you might want to take a few shortcuts, use Stove Top stuffing rather than homemade, that sort of thing.”

“Stuffingfrom a box?” I said when we were back on the street. “Stuffing,period? As if we’d have turkey on Christmas Day! That man didnotknow who he was talking to, did he?”

“No, he did not,” Hugh sniffed, raising his cane to hail a cab. And, with that, he was back. Christmas nearly killed him, but no shortcuts were taken. He made a second entrée for the vegetarians and two desserts. Given a few more days, he might have even churned his own butter.

I left New York in early January to go back on tour, and when I saw Hugh again, six weeks later, he was fully recovered. Walking, swimming, going up and down stairs. “It’s a miracle!” he said.

I once met a young man who’d discovered by accident that one of his kidneys was dead inside him. Doctors removed it, and when I asked what happened to the cavity he said that his other organs had shifted slightly to occupy it. That’s what happened to the space Hugh had filled with his pain. It’s not like we now devote it exclusively to politics or art appreciation, though both subjects grew larger, as did talk of our families, and our friends. As he became his old self again, the pleasantness of our life together just sort of swelled, crowding out everything but half a bottle of OxyContin and a really tall toilet seat now gathering cobwebs beside an aluminum walker in our building’s dank, uninviting basement. ♦

Heir Ball: How the Cost of Youth Sports Is Changing the N.B.A.

American sports come with implied narratives. The story of baseball is fundamentally nostalgic, connecting us to childhood and to the country’s pastoral beginnings. Football tells a story of manly grit, with echoes of the battlefield. Basketball is the city game, as the sportswriter Pete Axthelm called it half a century ago, and its chief narrative, for decades, was about escaping the ghetto. Religious metaphors run hotter in basketball than in other sports: when Spike Lee set out to make an ode to New York City hoops, he named his protagonist Jesus Shuttlesworth, for the N.B.A. Hall of Famer Earl (Jesus) Monroe; LeBron James appeared on the cover ofSports Illustratedat the age of seventeen as “The Chosen One.” Every tall and prodigiously skilled teen-ager feels like an act of God. And no sport, perhaps other than soccer, with itspibesandcraques—the impoverished dribbling and juggling machines who hope to become the next Maradona or Pelé—so deeply mythologizes the search for talent. The savior of your N.B.A. franchise might be getting left off his high-school team in Wilmington, North Carolina, or he might be selling sunglasses on the streets of Athens, Greece, to help his Nigerian immigrant parents make ends meet, or he might be living with his mother in a one-bedroom apartment in Akron, Ohio. You just have to find him.

At least, that was the story. On a recent episode of “Mind the Game,” the podcast that LeBron James hosts with the coach and former point guard Steve Nash, James spoke with the young N.B.A. superstar Luka Dončić about how different James’s hoops upbringing had been from that of kids today. On the playgrounds of Akron, James said, he would play 21, in which the person with the ball tries to score against everyone else. Such games taught him how to improvise, how to get around multiple defenders and create scoring opportunities out of nothing. James is a father of two sons, who mostly learned how to play basketball “indoors,” in a “programmed” environment, he said. They were taught the game by a fleet of coaches and other professionals. “I didn’t have a basketball trainer until second, third, maybe fourth year in the N.B.A.,” James went on. “My basketball training was just being on the court.” Last year, Dončić founded a nonprofit that focusses on youth basketball; in December, the organization published a report arguing that, as youth sports have professionalized, they have become more exclusive, sucking the “joy” out of the game.

A video clip of the podcast was posted on TikTok, and the top comment beneath it reads, “Lebron will be one of the last superstars that’s from the ghetto, basketballs like golf now it’s a tutelage sport.” That might not be entirely true; if a seven-foot-two teen-age Kareem Abdul-Jabbar were walking around any neighborhood in New York today, he wouldn’t get far without a wannabe agent stopping him in the street. But, putting aside such once-in-a-generation talents, the landscape of the league has subtly changed. James and his older son, LeBron (Bronny) James, Jr., made N.B.A. history last year by suiting up as teammates, for the Los Angeles Lakers. And, while that was a first, being a second-generation N.B.A. player is becoming almost unremarkable. In 2009, ten players in the league had fathers who’d played for N.B.A. teams; this past season, there were thirty-five. The future promises even more hoop legacies. The likely No. 2 pick in the upcoming draft is Dylan Harper, whose father, Ron, played with Michael Jordan on the Chicago Bulls. Lists of top high-school recruits include the names Anthony, as in Carmelo, and Arenas, as in Gilbert. James’s younger son, Bryce, has committed to play for the University of Arizona and could also reach the N.B.A. soon.

Genetics is the most obvious explanation: if your dad is six feet eight and your mom is six feet two, you stand a better chance of guarding Kevin Durant—or Durant’s kids—than my children will ever have. But the N.B.A. has been around for almost eighty years, and the number of roster spots in the league has barely changed since the mid-nineties. If all that mattered were good genes, the influx of second-generation players would have shown up thirty years ago. Why the spike now?

To answer that question, one N.B.A. executive told me, you probably have to look at the economy of basketball development. The children of pros are generally wealthy and well connected; they have access to “better training, coaching, and the right people who can put them on the right lists,” the executive said. “Those early edges accumulate.” Increasingly, players are made as much as they are born, and making those players costs money. A star prospect requires a set of physical gifts that might as well be divine in origin. But, to compete now, he will also likely need the kinds of resources that you have to buy, and a small industry has arisen to sell them.

“It’s getting too expensive for some kids to even play, and the pressure to be perfect takes away the love for the game,” Dončić told me. “I think about my daughter and wonder what sports will feel like for her one day.” Jay Williams, a basketball analyst at ESPN who was the second pick in the 2002 N.B.A. draft, said to me, “When I came into the league in the early two-thousands, player development was mostly raw talent, repetition, and survival.” Now, he said, “development starts younger, it’s more specialized, and it’s driven by business.” Jermaine O’Neal, a six-time N.B.A. All-Star who recently founded a basketball-centered prep school, told me, “The cost of everything has changed.” O’Neal, like James, grew up with a single mother in a working-class area of a small city. Sports in general, O’Neal said, are “pricing out a percentage of athletes raised in communities like mine.”

The professionalization of youth sports has changed not only who reaches the N.B.A. but how the game is played when they get there. Watching the post-season this year, I found the level of play to be possibly higher than ever. But I felt little emotional connection to the game. Like many fans, I complain about the number of three-point shots that teams are taking, which turns so many games into an almost cynical exercise in playing the odds. Today’s style is also more rehearsed, more optimized. This, I believe, can be traced to the way that the players are learning the game from an early age—to the difference between a childhood spent outdoors with your friends, competing against grown men, and one spent as a customer, with a cadre of coaches who push you only in the ways that you or, in most cases, your parents approve of.

“What used to be driven by someone’s hunger to improve, to figure it out and work to get better, becomes a job for a lot of these kids so early,” Steve Nash told me. This, he added, meant “essentially trading their enjoyment and motivation for a calculated approach that may be more suitable to young adults than young kids.”

Does this shift also help explain why the N.B.A. has struggled to find its next superstars, successors to James, Steph Curry, and others of their generation? Perhaps. It’s true that a number of today’s best players—Dončić, Nikola Jokić, Giannis Antetokounmpo—are from other countries, and many Americans crave homegrown heroes. But the leading players in this year’s finals, Shai Gilgeous-Alexander, of the Oklahoma City Thunder, and Tyrese Haliburton, of the Indiana Pacers, are North American. (Gilgeous-Alexander is from Canada.) The former plays a throwback game that involves a lot of slithering through tight spaces; the latter makes surprising, lightning-quick passes and fires his jump shots with an awkward motion that resembles an old man pushing his grandchild on a swing. Yet neither player has caught the public imagination in the manner of a James or a Curry or a Durant. When fans argue about the next face of the league, they usually bring up Anthony Edwards, the charismatic guard on the Minnesota Timberwolves, or Ja Morant, of the Memphis Grizzlies, who floats through the air like his bones are hollow before exploding into some of the most violent dunks the league has ever seen. They are the basketball equivalents of James Brown: undeniably virtuosic, always on point, but with so much confidence and brio that they feel unpredictable and capable of anything. The new N.B.A. archetype, in contrast, feels more like an “American Idol” singing machine—technically flawless and with unlimited range, but ultimately forgettable for everyone except the vocal coaches on YouTube.

What happened? Once, a serious basketball prospect might simply play on his local high-school team and then head off to college. Nowadays, he will likely attend multiple schools, seeking exposure, playing time, and competition. The trend began slowly, in the nineteen-eighties, when secondary schools with big-time basketball programs—notably, Oak Hill Academy, in rural Virginia, the alma mater of Rod Strickland, Anthony, and Durant—began recruiting the country’s best players. Soon, explicitly sports-centered schools emerged. The talent agency IMG purchased the Nick Bollettieri Tennis Academy, in Florida, and expanded it to include other sports, adding basketball in 2001. Five years later, Cliff Findlay, a Las Vegas businessman who had made his money in car dealerships, opened Findlay Prep, which was, arguably, just a basketball team—a dozen or so boys from all over the world who played games around the country and took classes at a private school a few minutes away from the gym where they practiced. Findlay Prep won three national high-school titles in four years and produced eighteen N.B.A. players. It closed down, in 2019, when the nearby private school ended the partnership. Suddenly, Findlay’s students had nowhere to go to class.

This spring, I flew to Dallas to visit Dynamic Prep, the school that Jermaine O’Neal founded in 2022. It has eleven students, all of them Division I basketball prospects. Monday through Friday, the students gather at a twenty-four-thousand-square-foot training facility just north of the city. In the morning, they sit in a classroom and take an N.C.A.A.-approved curriculum of online courses. Then they head to the gym for strength training and conditioning, before basketball practice in the afternoon.

When I arrived, Dynamic’s student body was on the court. The team had recently been ranked tenth in the country by ESPN, helping it qualify as a late addition to the Chipotle Nationals, an annual tournament that unofficially crowns the country’s high-school champions. But Dynamic would face long odds against more established programs, including IMG Academy and Montverde Academy, another Florida school that consistently produces N.B.A. draft picks. And practice wasn’t going well. O’Neal, who is the head coach of the team in addition to being the school’s founder, stood on the sidelines, his arms crossed. He is nearly seven feet tall, with a high forehead and a dimpled chin; he still appears to be more or less in playing shape. The team had been running half-court sets for nearly thirty minutes, but nobody was where he was supposed to be—not even Jermaine O’Neal, Jr., the team’s small forward. O’Neal, Sr., had spent the first half of practice quietly simmering; then one player missed a defensive rotation and asked his flummoxed coach what was wrong. “Your demeanor!” O’Neal yelled, before ordering the player off the court. Another kid replaced him, and the ball was passed back to the top of the key. The drill began again.

O’Neal grew up in Columbia, South Carolina, and counts thirty-two siblings among his relatives. His mother taught him almost everything; he didn’t meet his father until he was thirty years old. At seventeen, just a few years after growing about nine inches in three months, he became one of the youngest players ever to reach the N.B.A. when he was drafted in the first round by the Portland Trail Blazers. He was part of a generation who skipped college entirely; the sports media was largely skeptical of kids who turned down college scholarships in favor of N.B.A. dollars, and these teen-agers often found themselves competing for playing time against men more than a decade older. O’Neal rode the bench for four years. But veterans on the team made sure that he understood his place on the roster and how to act like a professional. When he was traded to the Indiana Pacers, after his fourth season, he flourished.

O’Neal credits the playgrounds of his childhood with giving him instincts on the court and helping instill the resilience to endure what felt like an ignoble start to his career. He knows that the kids he coaches aren’t getting that kind of real-world instruction, and so he looks for ways to simulate it. “I’m taking a little bit of the hardship mind-set of how I grew up, and I’m bringing it to this new-school mind-set and mixing it,” he told me. The team’s intense practices and his focus on defense are partly meant to create an experience of adversity. He believes that his job is not only to prepare his players for what comes after Dynamic in college or in the pros but also to protect them from it. “Your coaches won’t love you—you’re just getting them closer to another win,” he yelled at one point during practice. “Once you get on campus, your parents will never be able to help you.”

In O’Neal’s view, a school like Dynamic is more sensitive to the needs of young athletes than traditional options are. Before founding the school, he created Drive Nation, a home for youth basketball and volleyball teams which was headquartered next to the car-rental center at Dallas Fort Worth International Airport. Drive Nation’s teams were affiliated with the Amateur Athletic Union, or A.A.U., an umbrella organization for club teams which, in the past twenty-five years, has become a major part of youth sports. At the time, O’Neal’s daughter, Asjia, was one of the top high-school volleyball players in the country. But, during her junior year, she told her parents that she was burned out: full-time school followed by practice and training—plus the travel and stress that came with playing for a club team and the United States youth program—had been too much. O’Neal began reading about other approaches to youth sports, and he talked to coaches in Europe. He learned about the Continent’s academy system, which plucks promising athletes at an early age and gives them a more specialized path, organizing their lives largely around their sport. Dynamic is his attempt to bring that system to the U.S.

Most of the kids at Dynamic won’t make the N.B.A., but all of them could play for major college programs—and big-time college basketball is a lucrative endeavor in itself. In 2021, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that N.C.A.A. restrictions on the payment of student athletes were a violation of antitrust law; now student athletes can make money by selling their name, image, and likeness. Bronny James reportedly earned nearly six million dollars from such N.I.L. deals—with Nike, Beats by Dre, and other companies—before he left college. And you don’t have to be LeBron James’s son, or even a top N.B.A. prospect, to do well. R. J. Davis, a talented but undersized guard, spent five seasons at the University of North Carolina, becoming the second-highest scorer in the program’s history; he may not get an N.B.A. paycheck anytime soon, but he racked up at least twenty-five N.I.L. deals last year, which paid him more than two and a half million dollars. Players like him are staying in college longer than before, and many of them move around to pursue the best and most profitable opportunities by registering with the N.C.A.A.’s transfer portal, which notifies coaches at other colleges about the players who are newly available for recruiting. The day I visited Dynamic, the transfer portal had just opened up, and O’Neal informed his kids, early in practice, how many players had entered it. This, he was suggesting, is what they were up against: hundreds of young men vying for a limited number of spots that could be worth millions of dollars.

After practice, he gathered the team around him. “What do you all want?” he asked. The players hung their heads. “I’m going to be real with you,” he said. “Today was not good enough.” If the team hoped to succeed at the Chipotle Nationals, they would have to put in more effort. O’Neal pointed out that the number of players in the transfer portal had gone up since that morning. “Seven hundred in the portal now,” he said. “It’s a record. Every year, it’s a fucking record.” Then he repeated his question. “What is it you want?”

It’s an old complaint, but it’s still true: kids who have been given everything may end up lacking motivation. “I wish I’d had the access my kids have—the trainers, the recovery tools, the mental-health support,” Jay Williams told me. “It’s a smarter system now, but what I want to pass down to them is the hunger, the grit.” O’Neal made more than a hundred and sixty-seven million dollars in his playing career, and he has struggled to impart the lessons he learned in his childhood to Jermaine, Jr. “I had this thing where I’d say to him, ‘Man, you don’t understand how good you got it,’ ” he told me. “ ‘The only thing you’re missing is hardship. You fly on private jets. You drive a Range Rover. You’ve had a chef your entire life.’ I have literally missed meals. I’ve literally had one pair of shoes that were my school shoes, my basketball shoes, and, if I went to church, they were my church shoes.”

“I never wanted my kids to live like that, and I didn’t want to live like that,” he went on. “So I would ask Jermaine, Jr., ‘What are you starving for?’ And he couldn’t answer the question.” Eventually, Jermaine, Jr., came up with a response: he needed an emotional break from living in the shadow of both his dad and his coach. O’Neal has been trying to give him one.

Youth basketball is not an outlier in its trend toward professionalization. You can see the same story in countless aspects of American life. Fierce competition breeds cottage industries that promise advantages to the children of parents who can afford them. Those children crowd out their peers, and the path to upward mobility narrows. The kids playing sports at big-time college programs are examples of this trend, but so are many of the straight-A students who attend classes at those same colleges, whose parents may have paid for private tutors and consultants to help secure admission. Children from poorer families have to be extraordinary or they will fall behind.

The most highly touted prospect at Dynamic Prep, according to ESPN, is not Jermaine O’Neal, Jr.—the twenty-second-ranked small forward in the country—but another child of professional athletes. Marcus Spears, Jr., is the son of a retired N.F.L. defensive lineman and a former W.N.B.A. player, Aiysha Spears. June, as his parents call him, is six feet eight, with long arms and the lankiness of a teen-ager who is still growing. He can shoot from outside, defend at the rim, and trigger a fast break after a rebound. If he grows a few more inches, he’ll be the same height as Durant, one of his favorite players; his loping but graceful gait calls to mind a young Antetokounmpo. It may be ludicrous to invoke such superstars when discussing a kid who just turned sixteen, but scouting is an exercise in imagination, one in which the most salient inputs are limitations—if a prospect has T. rex arms or shoots like he’s angry at the ball, his spectrum of possibility shrinks. June was averaging fewer than seven points a game, but he has uncapped potential: you can map his body, skills, and movements onto many of the best players in the N.B.A. He’s currently the third-ranked high-school sophomore in the country, at any position in the game.

He’s also, for now, younger and skinnier than most of his teammates. At practice, I watched him get pushed around while his father paced the sidelines. Marcus Spears, Sr., was a football star at Louisiana State University before playing eight seasons for the Dallas Cowboys and another for the Baltimore Ravens. He’s now one of ESPN’s premier football analysts. On TV, he is self-deprecating and exceedingly likable, but on the sidelines he was like every other anxious basketball dad: muttering to himself when June didn’t rotate fast enough on defense, staring morosely at the floor when June took a spill onto the hardwood. When June declined to shoot an open jumper, he yelled, “Take the shot!”

Later that day, I visited Marcus and Aiysha Spears at their seven-thousand-square-foot house in a gated community near where the Cowboys practice. Aiysha grew up in Detroit—“the city,” she told me, “not the surrounding areas”—and was reared, in her early years, by a mother who wanted her to become a swimmer. Her mother died when Aiysha was thirteen, and she decided to take up basketball, mostly playing for her local school teams, with some A.A.U., too. “I was travelling by myself to tournaments,” she told me. “My mother passed away, my father wasn’t in my life, and my grandparents didn’t know what to do, so they trusted my coaches to handle it and make sure that I was O.K. I would be in Indiana or Chicago, and they definitely couldn’t pay to come watch me play in a tournament. The hundred and fifty dollars or whatever it would cost to see me, that was our electricity bill.”

Marcus, whose extensive array of barbecuing equipment sat on the back patio, grew up in a blue-collar family in Baton Rouge. His mother was a telephone operator for Bell South, and his father worked as an electrician before getting a job at the Georgia-Pacific paper mill. Spears echoed the other former pros I talked to when he described how he learned to play sports: “outside,” mostly in pickup games with older boys. Now he’s trying to teach toughness to his son. “I was super hard on June when he was young,” he told me. “I was looking at it from a prism of knowing what he was going to actually be. Like, ‘Your mom is six foot two, bro, and I’m a pro football player. She’s a pro basketball player. You’re going to be the one per cent of the one per cent of what you’re doing.’ ” He prodded his son to work harder, even cursing at him the way he knew June’s coaches someday would. “But I probably started a little too early with him, at seven or eight years old,” he said. “I still have to check myself at times now and realize he’s still fifteen years old, because when I was fifteen I wasn’t even close to what he is doing now.” Spears wants his son to succeed, and he knows that college sports have changed. “When I got to L.S.U., I was developing as a player,” he said. “Kids can’t sit on the bench and learn how to play anymore. They need to produce immediately or they’re gone.”

Kids who are serious about sports now don’t just spend hours practicing; they also spend hours building their brands. Today, just about every notable college prospect has dozens of tightly edited YouTube highlight reels and tens of thousands of Instagram followers. Top prospects used to meet one another at camps or at the annual McDonald’s All-American Game; they might have scanned one another’s names in the infrequent updates of high-school player rankings. Now those same players meet through social media and the booming youth-sports content business.

This is true across all kinds of activities. If you’re the best twelve-year-old chess player in a big city, you’ve probably competed in hundreds of online games against the other top twelve-year-olds across the world—you might even live-stream your matches and feed some of that content into the algorithms of TikTok and Instagram. Yogi Roth, an analyst at the Big Ten Network, has tracked the development of N.F.L. prospects for the past twenty-five years, and he believes that social media has fundamentally changed the experience of learning to play football. Roth played in college and coached for several years before going into television; in 2009, he became a producer and the host of “Elite 11,” which has been likened to “American Idol,” but for high-school quarterbacks. The show has featured sixteen future Heisman Trophy winners and was once a rare opportunity for players at that level to meet one another and compete. Now those connections are made online. “They find one another early,” Roth said. “And then they all get on the same club team, which draws even more connections.”

There are benefits to this hypervisibility—scholarship offers, attention from skilled trainers and coaches. But it also attracts predatory figures and creates additional pressure. Cautionary tales abound. The canonical basketball example is Julian Newman, whose highlight reels went viral when he was a fifth grader and not yet four and a half feet tall. He was written up in theTimesand featured on “Good Morning America”; an online marketing machine was built around him, much of it orchestrated by his father. But Newman was just five feet seven when he finished high school, and no big-time college program wants a tiny shoot-first point guard who might arrive with a long list of demands. He spent the next five years as a fading YouTube celebrity, challenging other content creators to one-on-one battles.

Marcus Spears, Jr., does not have a large social-media following, nor does he spend much time with influencers—relative to other top prospects, he has little online presence, which is mostly by design. “I’m not going to monetize my fifteen-year-old,” his father told me. “I’m not interested in him having three hundred thousand followers.” But he and Aiysha understand that this is a privilege: parents who need the sponsorship money will understandably want to turn the hype around their talented children into funds, and some may even view it as the best choice for their kids. Spears said that he and his wife can see the downsides of that attention because of their experiences as pro athletes. “Also, if I need to fly to L.A. because the best knee doctor is out there, I can do it,” he added. “But, if I wasn’t in this position, and monetization on Instagram was going to allow my kid to go to the best doctor, then I would do that for them.”

All the former pros I talked to were frustrated by the intensity of youth sports as it exists now, but they still participated in the system because, well, what good parents wouldn’t do the same to insure that their children kept up with other talented kids? If I had a child who could potentially play basketball in college or the pros, I would pay for all the trainers everyone else was paying for—and then, if I could, I would send them to play at Dynamic for Coach O’Neal. Most people probably would. As O’Neal put it to me, “Wherever there’s kids, there’s parents. Wherever parents and kids go, they’re going to spend money.”

Not everyone at Dynamic, or at the programs it competes against, has money. The established schools offer scholarships; Dynamic is in an “incubator” phase, O’Neal told me, and so, for now, is not charging tuition. But the student athletes at these schools have all learned to play ball through careful instruction. In early April, a couple of weeks before the N.B.A. playoffs, the Chipotle Nationals began. The kids in these games had a long way to go, but they already played a facsimile of the pro game. Big guys shot threes, guards drove the lane and kicked the ball out for more threes. Gone are the days of novel high-school offensive sets or, at least on this level, wild invention.

More than a decade ago, I travelled to Oak Hill Academy to watch some practices. Most of the kids I saw went on to play big-time college hoops; the school drew a level of talent similar to Dynamic’s today. But, watching Dynamic practice, I was struck immediately by how fast they moved; I felt almost as if I were watching a different stage of evolution. “The game has become faster, more positionless, and more physically demanding,” Bill Duffy, a former N.B.A. draft pick and one of the top agents in the league, told me. “Players are training at a high level from a much younger age, and that’s changed not only how they move but how they think about the game. The style of play has evolved to match the speed and specialization that comes with early development.”

All that training has also led to a uniformity of play. “I absolutely hate it,” Marcus Spears, Sr., told me. That sameness comes from learning the game in a controlled environment, he said. “I think that’s why so many players from overseas are the top names in the N.B.A. now, because not only do they learn the technical side—they play the game with the old-school principle of playing against people who are older than you.” At the turn of the century, there were thirty-six foreign-born players in the N.B.A. Last year, there were a hundred and twenty-five. The top European teens play in pro leagues, against veterans. “You develop instincts in those situations,” Spears went on. American kids, no longer learning on the playground, were losing theirs, he believed. “You hear N.B.A. players that have been in the league a while say these young players suck. It’s not that they suck—it’s just they can’t do anything if you don’t tell them to. You need to make reads in the game, you need to deviate away from the play because it didn’t work. Now everybody just looks around, like, ‘What do I do now?’ ” One coach told the authors of the report published by Luka Dončić’s foundation, “Players don’t know how to anticipate where the ball will fall because they’re so used to their trainers getting their rebounds.”

Steve Nash told me that his effort “to be creative and imaginative” as a player was driven in large part by what he didn’t know—and that, as much as he envied some of the tools that young prospects now have, constant training likely would have altered that. O’Neal, too, saw this as a problem with the way basketball is now taught. “They are literally training these kids like robots, and the players don’t have any feel anymore,” he said. “That’s why all the players look alike now. Hell, half these kids don’t even watch basketball—they watch YouTube.”

At the Chipotle Nationals, O’Neal’s focus on defense, at least, seemed to pay off. Dynamic’s first game was against the vaunted Montverde, and his squad jumped out to an early 12–2 lead, largely owing to the players’ defensive effort. June, who came off the bench, was conspicuously the tallest person on the floor and also conspicuously among the youngest. He finished the game with respectable numbers—five points, five rebounds, and a block in sixteen minutes—and Dynamic managed an upset. The next day, Dynamic blew out Link Academy, the second-ranked team in the country. (The most recognizable name on Link’s roster is Andre Iguodala, Jr., whose father is a four-time N.B.A. champion.) Dynamic won again in Round Three, reaching the finals against Christopher Columbus High School, a Catholic prep school in Miami. Columbus was led by Cameron and Cayden Boozer, the twin sons of the two-time N.B.A. All-Star Carlos Boozer. In the title game, Cayden scored twenty-seven points, Cameron chipped in eleven with eight rebounds, and Columbus got another twelve rebounds from Jaxon Richardson, whose father, Jason, played fourteen seasons in the N.B.A. Columbus won by eighteen points, ending Dynamic’s unlikely run.

There’s no inherent reason that silver-spoon players have to produce an inferior product on the court. And a certain kind of basketball purist—the sort who hates any talk of narrative and is interested only in what happens between the lines on the floor—would roll his eyes at questions about where the handful of players who make the N.B.A. come from.

Still, let’s indulge in one last metaphor. Basketball is like jazz in so many ways that the analogy has become a cliché. As Wynton Marsalis once wrote, “Both reward improvisation and split-second decision making against the pressure of time.” Both are also Black art forms that require incredible discipline and a lifetime of study but which, when performed at their highest levels, encourage a freedom of expression that can take the audience into an ecstatic state. Every hoops fan can think of at least one such moment. For me, it was watching LeBron try to single-handedly beat the Golden State Warriors in the 2015 N.B.A. Finals after his two most talented teammates went down with injuries. James broke from the established tempo of the game and birthed a moment of ugly genius, walking the ball up the court, ordering his overmatched teammates around like a conductor, and almost breaking the spirit of their opponents, one of the best teams of all time.

Maybe this is nostalgia on my part. Perhaps athletes trained in state-of-the-art gyms can bring as much drama and charisma to the court as those who learned to play by trying to score against older guys on a run-down playground. But I’m not sure that basketball can survive as a major sport if it loses all connection to the narrative that has woven it so deeply into American culture. Basketball’s past may not be as virtuosic or as technically sound as its future, but part of why we watch the game is to witness the come-up—the pain of losing followed by the moment when years of work produce an instant of ingenuity that finally gets the superstar to the top. And, because we are sentimental, we want to know that the journey started on the blacktops of Akron, or in some dusty church gym in Indiana, or on the playgrounds of Coney Island. Every great American story is sentimental in the same way: instincts born out of struggle, the triumph of the schoolyard over the classroom, uncommon creativity driven by necessity. ♦

The Mütter Museum Reckons with Human Remains in Its Collection

When Anna Dhody was growing up in Philadelphia, in the nineteen-eighties, her mother used the city’s museums as a kind of babysitter. “She would just drop me off at the Penn Museum and be, like, ‘Don’t touch anything, I’ll meet you at the totem poles in an hour,’ ” Dhody told me. One day, when she was in elementary school, her mother took her to the Mütter Museum. “I don’t think she knew what she was getting into,” Dhody said.

The Mütter, a museum of medical history, is stranger and less clinical than that description implies. Its dimly lit rooms are crowded with specimens of physical anomalies and pathologies: stillborn fetuses in jars, slices of faces suspended in an alcoholic solution, a wall of nineteenth-century skulls. One display case features the livers of Chang and Eng Bunker, conjoined twins who were widely exhibited as curiosities during the nineteenth century; in another is the corpse of a woman whose fat transformed after death in an unusual form of natural preservation called saponification. The Soap Lady, as she is known at the Mütter, has rough, blackened skin, and her mouth is open, as if in a scream. A banner outside the museum, which was founded more than a hundred and sixty years ago, reads “Disturbingly informative.” Every so often, a visitor faints.

Dhody is fifty, with a mobile, expressive face that she uses to comic effect. When she talks about her early visits to the Mütter, her eyes widen in wonder. “It was just so . . . interesting,” she said. On a trip to Belize as an undergraduate studying archeology, she excavated her first grave and was hooked: “You could read the bones, and it was like reading another language.” She went on to get a master’s degree in forensic science, intending to become a crime-scene investigator, but then the Peabody Museum of Archaeology and Ethnology, at Harvard, hired her to help it comply with the Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act, which requires institutions to return Indigenous human remains and other culturally significant items to tribal nations. In her late twenties, she interviewed for a short-term position at the Mütter. She ended up working there for nearly twenty years, most recently as the museum’s curator. “I was there before we had security cameras, and I would walk around in the mornings and talk to the babies in the jars and ask them how they were doing,” she said. “It’s not for a lot of people. But if it’s for you it’s really for you.”

During Dhody’s tenure, staff and invited guests often ate lunch at a communal table in the basement, under a large inflatable pteranodon. “It became a thing you didn’t want to miss,” Robert Hicks, a former director of the museum, said. They made Monty Python references and discussed the news or the reproductive systems of fish. People drawn to the Mütter often share a frank, forensic fascination with the human body and the stranger aspects of science. When the writer Mary Roach went to visit the Mütter offices, Hicks greeted her with one of his pet leeches hanging from his arm. “I asked what its name was, and he told me that it depended on the week, because apparently leeches change genders,” Roach recalled. “I just thought, This is my kind of place.”

Dhody was proud of her work cultivating people willing to donate their own skeletons or other body parts to supplement the museum’s core collections, which mostly date from the nineteenth century. One of them, Robert Pendarvis, is a goateed man in his early sixties with a no-bullshit air. When Pendarvis was a young man, his ring size expanded from ten to fourteen, and his forearms got so beefy that his fellow construction workers called him Popeye. He went to see a former high-school classmate who had become a cardiologist. “Everyone else from high school looks the same, just older,” his friend told him. “But your face looks completely different from how it does in the yearbook.” Pendarvis was eventually diagnosed with acromegaly, a rare endocrine condition in which a pituitary tumor produces growth hormone into adulthood—“the gift that keeps on giving,” as Pendarvis put it.

Pendarvis learned that the Mütter had a skeleton of someone with acromegaly on display. After visiting it, he decided that he wanted to donate his own. It seemed like a fitting tribute to his extraordinary body and the ways it had shaped his life. When he looked into the idea, though, it sounded complicated. “There’s a whole process—you gotta find someone that’ll boil the skin off your bones, yada yada yada,” he said. A few years later, he was preparing for a heart transplant. When he asked Dhody if the museum would be interested in his original heart, “she just freaked,” he said. By the time the surgery took place, Pendarvis’s heart was roughly the size of a football, more than twice the average. When the heart was delivered to the Mütter via FedEx, Dhody filmed an unboxing video and posted it on YouTube. She told me, “There’s no other place like the Mütter is—or was.”

It’s well understood among museum professionals that people like to look at bodies. “We did a mummy exhibit in San Diego and attendance tripled,” Trish Biers, a former associate curator at the San Diego Museum of Us, told me. She now manages a human-remains collection at the University of Cambridge, where the skeleton of a Roman woman, on display in a lead-lined coffin, is one of the most popular attractions.

But such exhibits are coming under increased scrutiny. A recent wave of institutional reëxaminations, accelerated by George Floyd’s murder, in 2020, has had a “seismic” impact on museums holding human remains, according to the anthropologist Valerie DeLeon. It’s increasingly acknowledged that racism, colonialism, and eugenics have played a role in whose bodies end up on display. High-profile news stories have exposed the ugly provenance of items in élite institutions. The Smithsonian held a “racial brain collection,” amassed by a curator in the early twentieth century, purporting to prove the superiority of white people; the University of Pennsylvania owned hundreds of skulls collected by a man who came to be known as “the father of scientific racism.” Ethically questionable behavior isn’t just an artifact of the past: as recently as 2019, an anthropologist at Penn was using the remains of someone killed in the 1985 police bombing of theMOVEheadquarters as a teaching tool, without the consent of the family. (The anthropologist has said that the bones had not been conclusively identified.)

A new movement called for taking human remains that had not been obtained with explicit consent out of public view. In the past few years, the Rhode Island School of Design has returned a mummy to its sarcophagus, and the Hunterian, a medical museum in London, has replaced the seven-foot-seven skeleton of Charles Byrne, “the Irish Giant,” with an artwork. After consulting with native groups, Chile’s National Museum of Natural History has substituted realistic 3-D reconstructions for mummified bodies. Repatriation, which used to be confined largely to Indigenous communities, is now being considered more broadly; the Smithsonian’s Human Remains Task Force recently recommended that any of the collection’s tens of thousands of remains that were taken without permission—which is to say, the vast majority of them—should be offered “to their descendants and descendant communities, organizations, and institutions.”

In 2023, Dhody was on medical leave for a shoulder injury when she heard from colleagues that things were changing at the Mütter, too. Many specimens in the museum were obtained during surgeries and autopsies at almshouses, prison wards, and military field hospitals; few were collected with a contemporary understanding of consent. The museum had a new C.E.O., Mira Irons, and a new executive director, Kate Quinn, who told interviewers that she wanted the Mütter to focus more on well-being and public health. She instructed the staff to avoid “any possible perception of spectacle, oddities, or disrespect of any type.”

By the time that Dhody returned from leave, the museum’s leadership was midway through an ethical review of the collection’s provenance. But Dhody had already anticipated a different kind of risk. “In my opinion, one of our greatest threats is our own fan base if they feel the museum is being somehow threatened,” she cautioned in an internal memo she sent her bosses. “I don’t think it has been properly articulated how passionate these individuals are.”

In 1831, a recent University of Pennsylvania medical-school graduate named Thomas Mutter travelled to Paris, which was then a center of the emerging field of plastic surgery. When he returned to Philadelphia, a year later, he added an umlaut to his name and irritated his colleagues with his incessant chatter about the superiority of French surgeons.

In the early nineteenth century, surgery was performative and brutal. “Time me, gentlemen, time me!” a British surgeon bellowed to his students before amputations. (Once, during a hasty operation, he accidentally cut off an assistant’s fingers.) At the University of Pennsylvania, the nation’s first medical school, patients who agreed to be operated on in public could get their care for free, and physicians sometimes traded insults with their colleagues during operations, according to a biography of Mütter, by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz. Mütter was known for his colorful silk suits and for his skill in treating patients deemed “monsters”: people with proliferating tumors, say, or severe facial burns. The theatrical nature of the work suited him but, perhaps because of his own ailments—he was ill for much of his life and died in his late forties—he “appeared at operations to be painfully sympathetic with the suffering of the patient,” a fellow-physician noted. When anesthesia came into vogue in this country, in the eighteen-forties, he was the first surgeon in Philadelphia to use it.

Like many physicians of his time, Mütter amassed specimens for use in teaching, including realistic wax and plaster models and preserved human tissue and bones. After his death, in 1859, he left his collection—some two thousand objects—to the College of Physicians of Philadelphia, a fellowship organization for doctors, with the stipulation that it be presented as a museum. Mütter’s bequest was eventually supplemented by donations from other physicians and scientists. One otolaryngologist provided thousands of objects that he had extracted from patients’ throats and lungs: toys, coins, keys, and a medallion that read “Carry me for good luck.” Joseph Leidy, a paleontologist and an early enthusiast of forensics—he was reportedly the first person to help solve a murder using a microscope—was a prominent contributor. In the eighteen-seventies, he obtained the skeleton of a seven-foot-six man and the corpse of the saponified woman, which he acquired, as he noted on the receipt, via “connivance.” (Leidy donated his own brain to the American Anthropometric Society, as did Walt Whitman.) The Mütter collection came to include Grover Cleveland’s jaw tumor, a piece of one of John Wilkes Booth’s vertebrae, and slides of Albert Einstein’s brain.

This spring, I visited the Mütter, situated inside the grand Beaux-Arts headquarters of the College of Physicians, which still owns the museum. Erin McLeary, who was hired as the senior director of collections and research last year, met me in the lobby. We walked past high-ceilinged reception rooms toward the entrance to the Mütter, which was marked by a disclaimer. “You are about to enter a gallery containing human remains,” it cautioned. “If you wish to avoid this, please do not enter.”

McLeary wore a silk scarf tied around her neck and had an air of scholarly flutter. “Specimens are the ways in which physicians in the nineteenth century were communicating ideas,” she told me. “There’s a repeated phrase they use—that these are ‘nature’s books.’ As in, they can be read, they reveal information.” Around the nineteen-thirties, as the science of pathology evolved, such collections began to fall out of favor. “People are looking less at gross pathology—the big specimens—and more at microscopic changes. And there are different techniques for preservation,” McLeary said. We paused in front of a pale, fleshy object in a glass jar blurry with condensation. “Like this—this has lost some fidelity, right?” McLeary leaned in to read the label more closely; it was a foot.

Many institutions got rid of their specimens, likely disposing of them as medical waste or, in some cases, passing them on to the Mütter. Collections of pathological specimens came to be associated more with P. T. Barnum-style sideshows than with medical scholarship, although the two categories hadn’t always been clearly delineated. “There’s been a lot of resistance to the idea that medical schools even had collections like this,” McLeary said. “Someone at Penn was, like, ‘I don’t believe we ever had a collection like the Mütter’s.’ ” (They did.) “I think they’ve been memory-holed.”

The Mütter might have become an obscure collection, of interest mostly to historians, if not for a woman named Gretchen Worden. In 1974, Worden wrote to the Mütter’s curator asking for a job. She had a degree in anthropology from Temple University and no full-time work experience. “As for vital statistics, I was born in Shanghai, China, on September 26, 1947. I have since grown to a height of five feet, eight and three-quarters inches and can get things down from a seven-foot shelf. I am fairly proficient in English, barely proficient in French, and have forgotten most of my Russian,” she wrote. In lieu of a résumé, she included her college transcript. Worden was hired, and spent the rest of her life at the museum.

Anatomical collections like the Mütter’s had long inspired feelings of fascination and shame about the human body. In Victorian London, the proprietors of anatomical displays were sometimes prosecuted for indecency. For many years, the Hunterian museum was open only to medical professionals, “learned men,” or “respectably dressed persons.” But Worden, who became the Mütter’s director, promoted the museum through multiple appearances on David Letterman’s late-night talk show, where she showed off objects that made the audience groan or erupt in shocked laughter. (“GoodLord,” you can hear someone say, after she shows Letterman a photograph of a wax model with gnarly facial lesions.) She and the publisher Laura Lindgren invited artists, including William Wegman, to photograph the collection for a calendar distributed in bookstores around the country. Worden also cultivated the museum’s distinctive Victorian atmosphere: heavy velvet drapes, red carpets, wooden cases packed with specimens. As some institutions got rid of their anatomical collections, Worden snapped them up. “I am almost totally fulfilled here in this job. It’s everything. It’s art, it’s science, it’s bones, it’s anatomy, pathology, it’s contemporary medicine. I just couldn’t be happier,” she once told the PhiladelphiaDaily News.

Regal and unapologetically odd, Worden shaped the museum in her image. Questions of spectacle and propriety circled the Mütter even then, but Worden’s ample charisma, her confidence in the validity of her own fascination, seemed largely able to keep them at bay. She saw the museum as a place for “humans looking at humans,” somewhere that “treats people as if they’re grown up enough to take a look at what’s under the hood.” By the end of her tenure, attendance had grown more than tenfold.

Worden died in 2004, at fifty-six, after a brief illness. An article in theTimesnoted the “motley crowd” that gathered for her memorial service at the museum, which included “dignified-looking surgeons,” “Philadelphia society matrons,” and “a couple of sideshow impresarios.” The mourners sang “Babies in Jars,” a song composed to the tune of “My Favorite Things.”

Valerie DeLeon, the anthropologist, began a two-year stint as the president of the American Association for Anatomy in 2021, as her field was coming under intense scrutiny for its treatment of human remains. DeLeon convened a task force to devise best practices for institutions with historical collections of remains, an area with hardly any regulatory guidance. She felt that it was important to move quickly. “The members that I represent needed helpnow,” she told me. (The University of Florida, where she is a professor, was weighing how to handle its own anatomical teaching collections.) The task force included anthropologists, anatomists, and museum professionals. They agreed that it was important to treat human specimens with dignity and respect, but they disagreed about what that meant in practice. Some argued that, given the presumptive unethical taint of such collections, human remains should be buried or otherwise respectfully disposed of. Another faction argued that the societal benefits of continuing to research, teach with, and display human remains outweighed the harms to people who were, after all, long dead.

Human tissues “hold an ethically intermediary place between inanimate property and living beings,” the members of the task force wrote in a report, which was published inThe Anatomical Recordlast year. First, the group had some thorny discussions, DeLeon said. Just how much of a body counted as a person? Did a bone shard have the same level of personhood as a full skeleton? What about teeth, or tumor cells? Should fetal remains be considered part of the mother or a separate person? Did the long dead occupy a different status from those who had died more recently?

In the report, the group laid out its guidelines, which recommend taking cultural context into account when determining how to display or dispose of remains, given that practices such as cremation or postmortem display may be considered traditional by one culture and taboo by another. Whenever possible, the A.A.A. recommends consulting with “communities of care”—descendants or others with an interest in and a connection to the remains. But it’s not always clear who is best positioned to speak for the dead. “For many remains, even within my own institution, we literally have no idea where they came from,” DeLeon said. “So what do you do with those?”

In Philadelphia, I met Kate Quinn, the Mütter’s executive director, in one of the College of Physicians’ anterooms, whose walls were lined with mahogany bookshelves and oil paintings of eminent physicians. Quinn had an air of guarded professionalism, and for most of the interview she was flanked by both a P.R. representative and her new boss, Larry Kaiser, a thoracic surgeon who had recently been named the president and C.E.O. of the College of Physicians.

After Quinn’s hiring, in 2022, she quickly moved to professionalize the Mütter, helping to establish policies for ethics and beginning the process of applying for accreditation from the American Alliance of Museums. She sometimes received calls from people who had been told by Dhody that the Mütter might acquire their body parts; Quinn told them that the museum wasn’t doing that at the moment. She oversaw an audit of the collection, the first in more than eighty years. “I had the expectation that we would find that maybe two or three per cent of the collection had been given to us with consent,” she told me. “But we’re finding it’s much, much less than that.”

Stacey Mann, a consultant who was brought in by Quinn, told me it seemed that the collection was haphazardly catalogued, with some things apparently acquired because of their value as curiosities rather than as medically informative specimens. “They found two of these baby skulls in the library that were linked to this woman who was, I guess, a murderess,” Mann said. (The bodies were discovered in a trunk after the woman, Stella Williamson, died, in 1980; the exact circumstances of their deaths are unclear. The museum is helping to arrange a reburial.) “Every month, there’d be another thing that was, like, ‘Are you kidding me?’ ”

Quinn also spearheaded something called the Postmortem project, an example of the kind of institutional self-critique that has become popular in the museum world in the past few years. At the Mütter, this has meant providing visitors with visual annotations to the existing collection in the form of green signs. Near the entrance, for example, a sepia-tinged photograph shows the back of a woman’s head. A matted lock of hair trails down her back in calligraphic spirals, an example of plica, a rare disorder. Like many objects in the Mütter’s collection, it is unsettlingly compelling, the distance of time imbuing the pathology with a kind of poetry. “This photo comes from a book of hair samples doctors took from patients with different ethnic backgrounds,” the Postmortem sign affixed to the display reads. “Is this just a picture of hair when you know that it was used to perpetuate racism?” One of the museum’s temporary galleries is devoted to the Postmortem project, and its atmosphere—white painted walls; bright, clean light; exhibits with clear, legible signage—feels like a portal into an entirely different institution. Next to a display about power and consent, visitors are invited to contribute their responses on butcher paper: “SCARY PEOPLE,” “acknowledge the ugly past,” “Wokeness destroys truth.”

Quinn walked me through an exhibit that had been on display for more than a decade, and which linked items in the collection to Grimms’ Fairy Tales. In a broad wooden case, a small, brownish object that resembled a piece of ginger root rested on a shelf. “That’s the bound foot of a Chinese woman,” Quinn said. “It’s on display to talk about Cinderella. And it’s a question, you know—is that something we should be doing more or less of? Whose story is being prioritized there? It’s not her story. Her background is not even part of the display at all—it’s all about Cinderella, and foot-binding, and it’s next to a book with illustrations of shoes. This doesn’t mean that we don’t share that specimen moving forward, but maybe we’re telling a different story about it.”

Under Quinn and Irons’s leadership, the museum cancelled its annual Halloween party and stopped hosting a popular goth-tinged craft bazaar. Then, in early 2023, the museum removed hundreds of videos from its YouTube channel and took down a digital exhibit featuring images of human remains. The videos, most of which were made by Dhody, were often irreverent and sometimes involved staff members goofing around in the museum. The YouTube channel was popular, with more than a hundred thousand subscribers. Dhody, sounding wounded, told me that Quinn had characterized it, disparagingly, as “edutainment.” According to Quinn, the museum planned to review the videos for accuracy and tone. (Eventually, about a third of them were reposted, although none that included human remains.) But some of the museum’s fans saw their sudden disappearance as a harbinger of worse things to come. Online, rumors spread that the new leadership planned to remove the fetal remains, or to close the museum to the public altogether.

A half-dozen or so of the Mütter’s most ardent enthusiasts—members of the “weird little parasocial network attached to the museum,” as one described it to me—formed a group called Protect the Mütter, to protest the changes. They handed out flyers around town, sold T-shirts that read “Censorship is the enemy of science,” and kept up a regular cadence of outraged social-media posts “looking out for the well being of our deceased friends” and criticizing the new leadership’s “sweeping, judgmental, reactive moves.” More than a dozen employees departed, including Dhody, who resigned last year, saying that she felt “shuttled off to the sidelines.” A woman who had donated her uterine fibroid to the Mütter demanded it back, saying that she had lost confidence in the institution’s leadership. Robert Hicks, the former director, accused Quinn and Irons of being “elitist and exclusionary,” and removed the Mütter from his will.

Protect the Mütter was run by a self-described “scrappy group of neurodivergent queers” who posted land acknowledgments on the organization’s Instagram page. Their campaign attracted some unexpected allies. In an op-ed for theWall Street Journal, a former trustee of the College of Physicians blamed “cancel culture” and “a handful of woke elites” for jeopardizing the museum’s future. “Two women put in charge ofTOTALLY COOLmuseum of oddities, The Mütter Museum, think the exhibits are icky and plan to destroy it,” the conservative pundit Ann Coulter posted on Twitter. “Is there anything women can’t wreck?” Pendarvis, who had donated his heart, told me that he was disgusted by the new leadership’s “wokeness and the bullshit about D.E.I.”; he, too, asked for his specimen back. “When I saw that Ann Coulter thought I was on the right track, I sat there and said, ‘My God, what is happening?’ ” the Protect the Mütter member told me. “But you know how a broken clock is right two times a day.”

Protect the Mütter created a petition—signed by more than thirty thousand people, including Roach, the magician Penn Jillette, and the novelist Neil Gaiman—that called for the dismissal of Irons and Quinn, among other measures. Irons resigned in September, 2023. When I met with Quinn, she spoke of that period with a kind of brittle diplomacy. “It was a solid year of recognizing that there are a lot of folks who have strong passions for this place, and rightly so,” she said. She was eager to “facilitate the discussions” and “get folks engaged in the conversation.” The one moment when Quinn’s composure wavered was when I asked her if she thought gender had played a role in the ire directed against her. “I do, I do think that,” she said with surprising vehemence. “I had a lot of attacks on the way that I look. Someone called me a bland blond normie. Someone said that I must be conservative and anti-abortion because I would roll up the sleeves on my blazer. And someone else said that I wore minimalistic 2011 makeup.” Then she seemed to catch herself. “But we carry on and continue forward.”

McLeary has been leading the effort to learn more about the people whose bodies and body parts have ended up at the Mütter. Non-experts often assume that DNA analysis can provide the solution to all mysteries, supplying a name and a family tree. But such testing is often prohibitively expensive and, when dealing with historic specimens, not consistently precise. Instead, the Mütter has relied largely on archival research. Last year, after McLeary was hired, she went looking for the nineteenth-century collection catalogue, which she found in the College of Physicians’ library. “Maybe it was when Gretchen died, I don’t know, but at some point staff just ceased knowing about this,” she told me. She set the book on a stand and began to page through it with me. It was dense with notes, some typewritten and some in tiny, precise handwriting: “skull of a typical mouth breather,” “a Chinese skull,” “a heavy skull.” Many of the listings included lengthy case reports from the physicians who had donated the specimens. Owing in part to prevailing nineteenth-century ideas about how certain diseases tracked with race, class, and life style, the entries are often rich in sociological detail, which—when cross-referenced with newly digitized historical archives—has helped McLeary and her team attach context, and in some cases a name, to hundreds of specimens.

This research is just the first step in a process that may eventually involve contacting descendants, a project that would have its own set of complications. McLeary paused at an entry describing the skull of a man sentenced to death for murder. “You think about these what-ifs—what if you contacted these descendants? The crimes he committed were horrible,” she said. “ ‘Did you know that your great-great-grandfather might have sexually assaulted his daughter and then killed her? Do you want his skull back?’ ”

I followed McLeary into the museum’s main room, past a group of teen-age girls transfixed by an exhibit on teratology, the study of congenital abnormalities. We stopped in front of a child’s skeleton, about three feet tall, with an enlarged skull and bones blackened with age. “Hydrocephalus has caused this child’s head to grow to a circumference of over 27 inches,” the label read. “After six years of expanding rapidly, the skull has numerous wormian bones—small, irregular bones between the bones normally present in the skull.” The child’s name, McLeary had determined, was Thomas Jeff, and he had died of complications from the condition in 1882, when he was six or seven years old. He had lived with his family in a low-income neighborhood in Philadelphia. During his lifetime, he’d occasionally been put on display for money. After his death, his mother sold the body to a doctor, for some six hundred dollars in today’s money. “There’s a short newspaper article about his sale, in which his mother says, If we buried him, he would just be grave-robbed—it was going to happen either way,” McLeary said. She said that focussing on contemporary notions of consent could risk reading the present into the past—essentially looking for “something that simply didn’t exist,” as she put it—but that archival work could build a better understanding of individuals’ agency and bodily autonomy, both during life and afterward, and that this understanding could help guide the museum’s decisions.

With that in mind, the research team had selected Jeff as a case study; they were seeing how much of his life they could piece together beyond his name. McLeary found that Jeff’s mother, Letitia, died not long after her son; records list her place of burial as Jefferson Medical College, which means that her body may have been used to teach dissection. With help from the African American Genealogy Group, in Philadelphia, the team was able to trace the path of Jeff’s two younger brothers to a Quaker orphanage. Afterward, one brother was placed in indenture at a farm in Delaware and the other was sent to a residential school for Black and Native children, where he was second in his class, according to a report card that a researcher at Haverford College tracked down. I glanced at the small skeleton, now freighted with a name and a history. It seemed to demand a different kind of looking. “You know, Thomas Jeff’s father voted in 1870, as a newly enfranchised Black man,” McLeary said. “There’s a whole history of the American Black experience that we can tell, and to me that’s a far more interesting thing to think about than hydrocephaly.”

In the past two years, the Mütter’s attendance numbers and gift-shop sales have declined, and the College of Physicians, which relies in part on the museum’s income, is running a deficit. Kaiser, who became the College’s C.E.O. earlier this year, told me that he has a “broader view” of the ethics of display. “Look, from the business perspective, I depend on admissions to the museum and the gift shop,” he said. “I like people coming here for whatever reason, whether it’s morbid fascination or education or simply entertainment. I’m O.K. with that.” Kaiser spent most of my interview with Quinn looking at his phone. He spoke up when I asked her if visiting the museum should be fun. “Yes!” he said emphatically, before she could reply.

A week later, I heard that Quinn’s position had been eliminated. On Instagram, Protect the Mütter declared victory and posted an image of two skeletal hands, their bony fingers pressed together to make a heart shape. The museum will now be run by McLeary and Sara Ray, a historian of science. Both women stressed to me their love of the institution, as well as their understanding that it needed to evolve. Ray mentioned that she’d been a volunteer tour guide a decade ago. “When I came back in January, I was shadowing a docent, and I was, like, ‘Oh, my God, this docent is giving the same—literally the same—tour,’ ” she said. “For all of the talk about changes to the collection, really there’s not that much in the core gallery that has changed.” The turmoil surrounding the museum’s direction ultimately seemed to be less about major alterations to the space than about a shift in emotional tone, a movement away from celebration and toward something like penance.

McLeary and Ray see the research into the collection’s origins as a form of appreciation; what is the Mütter, after all, if not a place where people go to be disturbed? “The way this controversy has been depicted is that you either need to commit yourself to ethics or you need to commit yourself to being a place of morbid fascination,” Ray said. “We think there’s a secret third way, which is that you can actually do both of those things.”

One of the Mütter’s most ambivalent defenders is the Chicago artist, writer, and disability activist Riva Lehrer. “I have a really deep love of the variance of anatomy—all the ways you can be human, all the different ways you can live in a body,” Lehrer, who has spina bifida, told me. She has taught anatomy and has been a visiting artist in a cadaver lab, where she donned scrubs and observed as medical students wielded their scalpels. “And, then, I’ve had quite a few surgeries, so I’ve done a lot of medical research on my own,” she added.

On Lehrer’s first visit to the museum, in 2006, she found it “immediately fascinating,” but the moody lighting and sideshow atmospherics struck her as both offensive and trite. “I was feeling sniffy about the whole thing,” she said. Downstairs, she entered the exhibit devoted to teratology. Preserved fetuses hung submerged in jars, swollen from preservation fluid and bleached to a uniform, milky white. “I know people with a vast amount of variance, so I’m looking at all these bodies and thinking, Oh, this reminds me of John, this reminds me of Mary Lou, but I wasn’t thinking about myself. You find out how defended you are when you can’t be anymore. And then I turned the corner—I mean literally and figuratively,” she said. “It was like my armor fell off.” On display was a small, pale body that appeared to have spina bifida lipomyelomeningocele, the rare variation that Lehrer has. She felt as if she were encountering herself. She longed to slip the jar in her pocket. “Nature does all this stuff—it’s such a bag of chaos, you know?” she said. “We’re born into this chaos, and we grow up, and then we’re, like, Well, now what do I do in this body I landed in?” she said. “What am I supposed to do with this?” ♦

Trump, Congress, and the War Powers Resolution

Two interrelated fears that have caused mounting public alarm with respect to the Trump Administration involve unchecked executive power and the erosion of the rule of law. These worries have intensified in debates about the legality of President Trump’s decision to bomb Iranian nuclear facilities more than a week into Israel’s war against Iran. Members of both houses of Congress had introduced resolutions to try to prevent Trump from taking such military action without its authorization. But the energy that some lawmakers had mustered for a rare attempt to assert Congress’s constitutional power against Trump seemed to dissipate, at least while they expected a ceasefire between Israel and Iran to hold.

One would normally look to Supreme Court precedents to determine the constitutionality of a Presidential action. But no cases provide legal answers about the permissibility of attacks like the one on Iran. The only relevant case from the Court dates to the Civil War. It states that Congress has the sole power to “declare war,” but that, in the event that a foreign nation invades the U.S., congressional authorization is unnecessary and the President’s constitutional power as the Commander-in-Chief is sufficient to take action. The Court noted that the President cannot “initiate the war,” but it has never provided an authoritative definition of “war,” as opposed to armed conflict.

Congress has not formally declared war since the Second World War, but it has sometimes authorized Presidents to use military force in conflicts colloquially known as wars—for example, in Vietnam, the Persian Gulf, Afghanistan, and Iraq. But, when Congress has given no such authorization, Presidents have often turned to the Justice Department’s Office of Legal Counsel. O.L.C. issues opinions that are not binding law, but which attempt to present legally correct boundaries that the President should respect. Presidents have regularly acted unilaterally to enter significant hostilities on the basis of those opinions, including in the Korean War, in Kosovo, and in Libya.

Congress, in the War Powers Resolution of 1973 (enacted over the veto of President Nixon, who thought it unconstitutional), aimed to check the unilateral Presidential use of force, requiring, among other things, that the President consult Congress before sending armed forces into hostilities and obtain congressional approval to deploy troops in conflicts for more than sixty days. But both Democratic and Republican Presidents have not fully complied, and Congress hasn’t done much about it. In recent weeks, some lawmakers proposed new War Powers Resolutions to prevent Trump from attacking Iran again unless Congress authorizes it, but the House Speaker, Mike Johnson, resisted the idea and declared that the existing War Powers Resolution was an unconstitutional infringement of the President’s power as Commander-in-Chief.

During the past several decades, O.L.C. has produced opinion after opinion that has been staggeringly expansive with respect to that power. Each armed conflict that a President undertook without congressional authorization became a precedent that further enlarged what the executive branch considered constitutionally permissible. That is how we got to a situation in which a President can reasonably claim that it is lawful, without congressional approval or even consultation, to drop bunker-busting bombs on a country that has not attacked the U.S. One might assume that Trump wouldn’t care a whit about precedent, but the telltale way he described the operation in a letter to Congress days after the strikes suggested that he was closely informed by past executive practice. He alluded to key formulations from previous O.L.C. opinions, stating that his strikes “discretely targeted” Iran’s nuclear facilities, were “limited in scope and purpose,” and did not involve ground forces—meaning that the operation fit the criteria of what O.L.C. has said falls short of war, such that congressional authorization was unnecessary.

Trump’s justifications also reflected O.L.C. precedents maintaining that a President can unilaterally use military force abroad to pursue “national interests” and “collective self-defense.” The office has construed “national interests” very broadly, to include “ensuring the safe delivery of food and medicine in Somalia,” under the first President Bush; “assisting an ally or strategic partner,” Iraq, under President Obama; and deterring “the use and proliferation of chemical weapons,” in Syria, during Trump’s first term. And “collective self-defense” can mean not only repelling an imminent attack but also warding off future attacks and defending allies.

Jack Goldsmith, a foremost expert on war powers and a professor at Harvard Law School, wrote, in October, 2023, that, under the body of O.L.C. opinions, “just about any conceivable circumstance” in which a President “would think it prudent to use force in the Middle East” can be justified. Slowing down Iran’s ability to create nuclear weapons would satisfy the “national interests” test as well as the “collective self-defense of our ally, Israel,” as Trump put it. More recently, Goldsmith rued the troubling reality that “there is no constitutional rule that would answer the question” of whether the Iran strikes were unlawful. But some lawmakers may believe that it is time for Congress to rethink the acceptance of past executive-branch practice as a justification for future unilateral military actions. Not least because a leaked preliminary Defense Intelligence Agency report suggesting, to Trump’s ire, that his attack had not “completely and totally obliterated” Iran’s nuclear capabilities, if proved correct, may lead him to feel that it is in the “national interest” to try again. (The Administration said that it might now limit the intelligence it shares with Congress.)

The courts largely stay out of war-powers debates because those debates are often deemed to entail policy questions rather than legal ones. So if Congress persists in not checking the President’s use of the military, or even believes that such checks are unconstitutional, his unilateral power will remain nearly unlimited. Before the Iran strikes, concerns about Trump and the military were focussed on his federalization of the California National Guard, which the Administration justified on the theory that violent incidents among those protestingICEin Los Angeles had turned into a “rebellion” against the U.S. The Ninth Circuit found that Trump’s actions were likely consistent with a statute stipulating that the President may take such steps when “unable with the regular forces to execute the laws of the United States.”

We are learning that, at home and abroad, the ability to curb the most dangerously consequential uses of Presidential power relies mostly on the self-restraint of the Commander-in-Chief. Law gets us only so far, or, sometimes, nowhere. ♦

The Department of Veterans Affairs Is Not O.K.

On March 5, 2025, Samantha Crowder sat in a corner of her bedroom which she’d turned into a home office, staring in disbelief at a leaked memo. The chief of staff of the Department of Veterans Affairs, where she’d worked for nearly a decade, had notified agency leaders that the V.A. would “aggressively” shrink its footprint. In partnership with Elon Musk’s Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE), the memo said, the V.A. would “identify and eliminate waste” and “reduce management and bureaucracy.” This apparently meant firing about eighty thousand of the agency’s four hundred and eighty thousand workers.

After that, Crowder told me, meetings frequently devolved into discussions about the looming cuts. Her office paused work on a project to speed up the process for granting treatment privileges to new V.A. doctors; hiring was frozen and a number of job offers for doctors had been rescinded, so there was no one to bring on board. (Even after the Trump Administration reversed course on the offers, some doctors declined them.) Meanwhile, a stream of executive orders were affecting federal workers. A return-to-office mandate felt, to Crowder, like an accusation that she wasn’t doing her job from home. The V.A. had hired many people specifically to be remote workers, and the agency was short on desks. One of her colleagues was assigned to the back room of a local post office, and another was placed in the break room of a courthouse. Crowder was a data analyst based in Orlando, Florida; in her view, the downsizing was not being driven by any data. Several meetings discussed an executive order that, among other things, prohibited the word “gender” in any federal document, policy, or system. An application that helped veterans request doctors had to be updated so that it used the word “sex” instead.

The last straw, for Crowder, was a questionnaire from the Office of Personnel Management that asked, among other things, “If [this] position is eliminated, “what (if any) are the direct negative impact(s) to veterans?” Supervisors in her office allowed employees to fill out their own forms. “We want you guys to be able to fight for your own jobs,” a manager told them. There was one day to respond. When Crowder told me all this, she sounded incredulous: “They wanted a review of a half million employees, with a turnaround of less than twenty-four hours?”

In April, Crowder quit her job. “That was honestly one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made,” she told me. She came from a family of V.A. workers that included her father. She’d started from the “bottom of the bottom,” as a certified nursing assistant, and worked her way up to administrative roles. She decided to forgo several months of pay by refusing a “deferred resignation” plan that Doug Collins, the Trump Administration’s Secretary of Veterans Affairs, had offered employees. “I just wanted to detach myself from the V.A. fast, because I feel like it was important to get information out there as soon as possible,” she said. Then she Googled “How to make a YouTube video.”

The resulting YouTube videos are rudimentary efforts, but they offer an insider’s view. In her first upload, “Let’s Fix the VA by Firing Everyone! (What Could Go Wrong?),” she argues that everyone should care about what’s happening at the V.A. “What’s one way a woman might tell if a man will treat her right? How he treats his mom,” she said. “So let me ask you this: if we can’t get this right for veterans, who can we get this right for?” Elsewhere, she dissected video clips of Collins, such as a Fox News interview that asked him how firing workers would affect V.A. care. Collins said that for the past decade, a “high-risk list” from the Government Accountability Office had included the V.A., and that changes were overdue. But Crowder revealed that among the specific problems cited by the G.A.O. were staffing shortages in mental-health care, workload mismanagement, and a failure to develop a staffing strategy. (The V.A. doesn’t know how many doctors it employs, for example.) “Let’s fix the fire hazards by firing the firefighters,” Crowder said sarcastically. “Then maybe we’ll read the inspection report.”

When I surveyed other V.A. employees about the state of the agency, they shared similar concerns. After speaking with Crowder, I received an unprompted e-mail from a tipster who’d read my reporting on the Trump Administration. The person introduced me to a V.A. clinical psychologist, who spoke on the condition of anonymity. Collins had promised that medical care for veterans would not be affected by any downsizing—and, so far, little downsizing has taken place. But, the psychologist told me, “Veterans are losing access to care because their clinicians are leaving.”

Trump’s gender-related executive order was a particular frustration. “Speaking with veterans directly, I know everything related to transgender veterans’ health was cut instantaneously,” the psychologist said, explaining that support groups were eliminated and access to hormone therapy was reduced. “We’re basically erasing an entire group of veterans.” And, in clinical research, psychologists could no longer mention gender. “We can only use biological birth sex in any of our descriptions,” the psychologist said. “I’m a women’s-health researcher, but I can’t talk about women veterans. I have to talk about females, which is strange, and also not how I collected my data.” When I contacted the V.A. press secretary, Peter Kasperowicz, for comment, he told me, “VA is faithfully and thoughtfully incorporating President Trump’s executive order.”

The psychologist said that employees were worried about surveillance—they were notified in writing, on a slide that I reviewed, that virtual meetings on Microsoft Teams were being transcribed and archived—and were afraid to let their computer mouses stop moving, for fear that they’d be seen as unproductive. (“VA has issued no directive to transcribe and save Teams meetings,” Kasperowicz said.) Although she didn’t think that clinical jobs like hers were in immediate danger, she worried about staffers who don’t see patients. “You can’t run a hospital or health-care system without non-clinical administrative support,” she said. When I asked about over-all morale, the word that came to her mind was “miserable.”

I first started looking into the situation at the V.A. after hearing the story of a patient, William Guild, who was being treated for an aggressive brain cancer. Guild’s wife, Katie Morgan, who has published fiction inThe New Yorkerunder the byline C. E. Morgan, is convinced that her husband’s care has deteriorated since Trump’s Inauguration.

Guild’s three-decade career included nine years onSEALTeam Six, a secretive unit that carries out some of the U.S. military’s most difficult operations, often underwater. He developed claustrophobia, sleeplessness, depression, and P.T.S.D. Upon his retirement from the military, in 2010, he moved to the woods of New Hampshire for a Thoreauvian reassessment of his life. The first time he met Morgan, at a meditation retreat in 2015, they debated Aristotle. By the end of the week, she sensed that they would marry.

Morgan said that her marriage sometimes felt like one long conversation about politics, art, and philosophy. (Guild earned a master’s in theology from Harvard Divinity School, a degree she also held.) Late one night in April, 2024, however, Guild paused midsentence, confused. He stood and paced, repeating the word “this.” Morgan touched his arm. “I don’t think you’re searching for a word anymore,” she said. “Can you nod your head if you think something is wrong with you?” He nodded.

Within days, Guild had had brain surgery and was diagnosed with glioblastoma. The tumor’s location left Guild with full cognitive function, but a slight speech delay. “Now you’re gonna win every argument,” he told Morgan. Days later, doctors ordered an MRI, and Guild, whose muscular frame barely fit in the machine, feared an attack of claustrophobia. He emerged from the scanner unresponsive; he’d experienced a severe brain bleed. Another operation followed. Morgan learned that her husband was effectively paralyzed and unable to speak.

Some studies suggest a correlation between military service and glioblastoma, perhaps owing to carcinogen exposure or traumatic brain injuries. Morgan learned that a frogman on Guild’sSEALTeam Six boat crew had developed the cancer as well. In April, however, the Trump Administration reduced Defense Department glioblastoma research from the ten million dollars it received in 2024 to zero. Only about fourteen thousand Americans are given that particular cancer diagnosis annually. “It’s an orphan disease,” Henry S. Friedman, a neuro-oncologist at Duke University who is leading Guild’s treatment, told me. “It’s a very difficult tumor to treat, because it’s invasive when it’s diagnosed—all over the brain.” Doctors generally remove as much of it as possible with surgery and then administer radiation, chemotherapy, and other therapies.

The special-operations community quickly mobilized to support Guild and Morgan. “SEALs take care ofSEALs, I’ll tell you that,” Jennifer Brusstar, who leads the Tug McGraw Foundation, which is devoted to helping people with brain conditions, observed to me. She connected the couple with a patient-advocacy group for élite service members, which helped get Guild transferred to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center, a preëminent hospital about three hours from their home. “Once we got settled into care, we had a smooth-running machine,” Morgan told me. Guild’s next MRIs looked good, he began speech and physical therapy, and doctors discharged him in the summer of 2024. Then Donald Trump took office for a second time.

The V.A. encompasses the Veterans Health Administration, which treats nine million former military service members across fourteen hundred clinics and hospitals. The system easily outperforms private hospitals in cleanliness, communication, and patient satisfaction; last spring, its outpatient clinics had a ninety-two-per-cent trust rating. Still, its referral processes and eligibility criteria can be opaque. (I’ve been receiving V.A. care for almost twenty years, and the best way I can explain it is: eventually, somehow, you tend to get the help you need.) Historically, veterans have struggled to prove that conditions with multiple causes, such as chronic diseases and cancers, were related to their military service. How do you know that a particular tumor was caused by polluted water, heavy metals, or waste-disposal burn pits, and not genetics or random chance? The V.A. frequently denied disability claims, limiting potential medical coverage and compensation payments. But in 2021 Congress introduced thePACTAct, which aimed to establish a “presumptive” link between certain diagnoses and military service.

Not everyone supported thePACTAct. Some Republicans in Congress attempted to block it over procedural issues and budget concerns, which led to a public outcry. It passed in 2022. The next year, the conservative Heritage Foundation publishedProject 2025, a policy guidebook that President Trump publicly disavowed but has followed in many of its particulars. It argued that the growing number of veterans with access to expanded health benefits “have the potential to overwhelm the VA’s ability to process new disability claims and adjudicate appeals,” potentially causing backlogs and delays. Project 2025 argued that the government could achieve “significant cost savings” by changing its approval criteria, and by preserving benefits (“fully or partially”) only for existing claimants. The basic agreement between the United States and members of the military, at least in theory, is that those who enlist will be cared for if they suffer harm. Project 2025’s architects, some of whom now hold power in the Trump Administration, seemed ready to change the terms of the deal.

Under President Biden, the V.A. hired tens of thousands of workers to treat veterans and handle new claims. But on January 20th the Trump Administration laid the groundwork for firing many federal employees, and weeks later the V.A. dismissed its first thousand workers. Eleven days after that, it fired another fourteen hundred. When the V.A. memo leaked, in March, Doug Collins clarified that he sought to fire seventy-two thousand workers, not eighty. That would still amount to fifteen per cent of the agency.

When Guild developed glioblastoma, the V.A. rated him as a hundred per cent disabled under thePACTAct, assuring him monthly compensation and priority access to medical care. Guild depended on constant home-based occupational and physical therapy. But, after the initial firings, his numerous rehab appointments suddenly stopped being scheduled. Morgan made calls and sent countless e-mails. She described herself as a self-appointed intermediary between the V.A. system in Richmond, Virginia, where Guild receives care, and its affiliates. To schedule appointments, she had to find and connect people who worked at different offices and remind them about her husband’s needs. Still, from February 27th to March 19th, Guild did not receive therapy because an extension of his treatments needed to be approved by the V.A.

Morgan watched, enraged, as Collins defended the V.A. cuts. “The federal government does not exist to employ people,” he said. “We’ll be making major changes—so get used to it.” In her near-daily conversations with V.A. workers, some told her that they feared for their jobs. After several weeks of this, on March 18th, the V.A. finally approved continuation of her husband’s therapy.

According to Morgan’s notes, on May 2nd, a V.A. worker told her that the Richmond system had lost a lot of schedulers and added, “It’s been a nightmare.” Another told her that schedulers had left voluntarily because of the situation “being like it is,” and that “things have gone belly-up.” (In February, the Richmond V.A., driven byDOGEmandates, had terminated several dozen employees, in areas ranging from housekeeping to surgical services. No schedulers were among them, and a federal judge subsequently ordered that they be rehired.)

Today, Morgan is Guild’s full-time caregiver. She estimated that she spends about twenty-five hours a week on health-related administrative tasks, and she teaches half time, “on top of the physicality of caregiving, preparing all the meals, taking care of nutritional needs, cancer needs, handling chemo five days a month, taking care of dogs, and trying to be a parent.” Their son, Liam, who recently celebrated his eighth birthday, is “largely stuck at home with us,” she said. “He’s learning early lessons from this about what marriage means.”

Meanwhile, Guild is working “ferociously” on his recovery, Morgan said, hoping to build some independence. Glioblastoma tumors usually recur in six to nine months; he lives MRI to MRI, in two-month increments. Morgan worries that her husband could lose some of his benefits, which depend in part on thePACTAct, and that if she is unable to return to her professorship full time, they could lose their house. They still encounter occasional scheduling problems. “We’re a really good test case, because we use the V.A. constantly,” she told me. “All this with just, what, twenty-five hundred firings? There are still seventy grand more to go.”

When I approached the V.A. for comment on the state of the agency, Kasperowicz, its press secretary, blamed “nearly all of the department’s most serious problems, such as rising health care wait times, growing backlogs of Veterans waiting for disability compensation, and major issues with survivor benefits,” on the Biden Administration. In response to questions about how downsizing and restructuring might have contributed to Guild’s experience, I received a statement attributed to a local public-affairs officer. “The premise of your inquiry is false,” the statement read. When I asked why the V.A. took so long to approve the request to extend Guild’s therapy, I was told, “No such request was ever made to VA, and VA believes that the request was accidentally sent to a non-VA office.” I checked; someone who works with many V.A. patients, and who is familiar with Guild’s request for an extension of his treatment, confirmed that daily faxes were sent to the Richmond V.A. system.

One of Samantha Crowder’s projects at the V.A. examined problems in the scheduling departments, so I ran Guild’s experience by her. Scheduling departments have been “super understaffed” in recent years, she said, and her research revealed high turnover and low morale. “Good schedulers get burned out, and there’s no way to track productivity,” Crowder told me. “Of course, the threat of being fired has made things worse.”

In the same conversation, she told me that a V.A. center in Florida had to implement weekly town halls after employees expressed suicidal thoughts. A congressional staffer who works with the V.A. confirmed this to me. The suicide rate for veterans is fifty per cent higher than that of the general population, and a quarter of V.A. workers are veterans. Nonetheless, Veterans Crisis Line employees were among the V.A. workers targeted for termination by the Trump Administration. (“A small number of VCL support staff were laid off as part of the probationary dismissals in February, but all of them were offered their positions back within weeks,” Kasperowicz said.)

The last person I spoke to was a V.A. social worker on the West Coast. “I had a colleague that left their position this week,” he said, in May. “A dedicated civil servant. A wealth of knowledge and talent. . . . This is a person who is gay and feels particularly targeted by these new policies.” The social worker was particularly unsettled by an e-mail that Collins sent to the entire agency. Under the subject line “Task Force on Anti-Christian Bias,” Collins directed all employees to report “policies, procedures, or unofficial understandings hostile to Christian views.” The social worker called the e-mail “a bellwether—an indicator of an emboldened point of view with power in the federal system.”

The social worker feared that the V.A. would suffer long-term damage. Employees tend to have a personal connection to the military, he pointed out. “They’ve chosen to do this work out of a sense of service,” he said. Lately, in job interviews, people have been asking him whether, if they’re hired, they’ll have to worry about losing their jobs. “The answer is I don’t know,” he told me. “There’s a prevailing feeling, from my perspective, of the system turning on the people that we serve—and on us.” ♦

Donald Trump’s Dictator Cosplay

Call itDonald Trump’s Strongman Week. Over the course of just a few days, the President has ordered the militaryinto the streets of Los Angeles—over the objections of California’s Democratic governor—to curb protests against his immigration crackdown, appeared with cheering uniformed troops at what amounted to a political rally, and planned to hold a military parade featuring the rare spectacle of tanks rolling through the streets of Washington. Trump’s martial rhetoric accompanying these militarized photo ops has portrayed a nation that is all but on the brink of war—with itself.

That any of this is even happening amounts to the most striking contrast possible with his first term, when Trump craved similar displays of military might but found himself stymied by his own senior officials, who balked, stalled, and, at times, outright disagreed with his demands. In 2017, the President returned from an impressively bellicose Bastille Day celebration in France determined to host his own version of a military parade. It never took place, largely because the Pentagon’s leadership and Trump’s White House chief of staff, a retired four-star marine general, were adamantly opposed to such a display. In a passionate outburst that I learned about several years later, the vice-chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff at the time, Paul Selva,confronted Trumpabout it directly in the Oval Office. Such a parade, he warned Trump, would be profoundly un-American, “what dictators do.” But Trump, of course, wanted to do it anyway.

How telling, then, that the President who, in his first term, was frustrated in his attempt to throw a military-themed party for America is not only getting his parade this time but doing it on his own birthday. (A mere coincidence, according to Trump’s defenders, who tell us that, really, it’s only the “haters” who would bring up the President’s birthday since the actual purpose of the parade is to celebrate the Army’s two-hundred-and-fiftieth anniversary.) The truth is that the parade is the least of it—an empty spectacle that is surely to be quickly forgotten except in the District of Columbia itself, where tens of millions of dollars will have to be spent to repair the damage done by heavy weapons of war ripping up its pavement. The plan for thousands of simultaneous anti-Trump “No Kings” protests around the country on Saturday means that the day is just as likely expected to be remembered as an example of America’s tragic divisions right now as for its display of a Commander-in-Chief’s unchecked power.

It’s on the front lines in Los Angeles, rather than from a reviewing stand in D.C., where Trump seems tempted to take the leap from performative strongmanism to something more approaching the real thing. When protests against increasingly heavy-handed raids by agents of his Department of Homeland Security escalated there last weekend, the President rushed to do what his advisers had stopped him from attempting in his first term—sending in the uniformed military to quell a domestic political disturbance. Nearly five years ago to the day, on June 1, 2020, Attorney General Bill Barr, Defense Secretary Mark Esper, and chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Mark Milley—Trump appointees all—teamed up to talk him out of invoking the Insurrection Act and mobilizing the military to stop the Black Lives Matter protests that had sprung up across the nation in the wake of the police killing of an unarmed Black man,George Floyd, in Minneapolis. Trump never stopped regretting that decision, and his quick move to escalate in Los Angeles looked like an exorcism of sorts. The message? This is Trump unfettered, erasing the lingering frustrations from his first term and no longer constrained by any dissenting voices on his own staff.

For the President, the deployment in California is political theatre just as irresistible as his parade; he is forever playing Richard Nixon in 1968, the “law and order” candidate who will save America’s cities from left-wing riots. One problem for Trump with this vision is that the citizens of Los Angeles mostly failed to coöperate with his plan and did not actually torch their own downtown at the behest of rampaging illegal-alien hordes; the acts of violence and Waymo-taxi burning that did occur, however outrageous, could easily have been handled by the usual civilian authorities along with more peaceful forms of protest. Another hard-to-overlook obstacle for Trump are the federal courts, which will now consider whether Trump had the right to overrule California’s Democratic governor,Gavin Newsom, and order the deployments of thousands of the state’s National Guard, along with seven hundred marines.

In a speech on Tuesday night, Newsom denounced Trump’s move as a “brazen abuse of power.” But what’s struck me is the response by Trump and his officials, who are warning not only that they may defy the federal courts regarding California but that this is the new template for them wherever they choose to use it in America. On Wednesday, Defense SecretaryPete Hegsethtestified to Congress that he was prepared to send troops to other cities if protests spread there—“anywhere,” he said, “if necessary.” That same day, Trump himself promised “very big force” would be arrayed against anyone who dared to protest his parade, the First Amendment apparently be damned, and a really scary level of aggressiveness toward the political opposition was readily apparent on Thursday, when federal agents tackled and briefly handcuffed one of California’s senators, Alex Padilla, as he tried to shout a question at Trump’s Secretary of Homeland Security, Kristi Noem, during a press conference. Earlier in the day, Hegseth had refused to confirm that the Administration would comply with any court ruling against the Los Angeles deployment. “We should not have local judges determining foreign policy or national-security policy,” he said.

This is the real escalation—a Trump-led federal government that has now redefined national security to include dissent from its policies by American citizens. The threats that most animate this President are those not from malign foreign actors but from “the enemy from within.” And he told us so himself, even before the 2024 election, whether people paid attention to it or not.

Consider this exchange on Thursday morning between Trump and Jack Posobiec, one of his highly online supporters, who noted, “There are now more U.S. troops deployed to Los Angeles than in Iraq and Syria. Is this what you voted for?”

“YES,” Trump replied, “IN A LANDSLIDE!!!”

During Trump 1.0, it was Infrastructure Week that his White House used to promise, though it became a running joke when proposed legislation to update America’s aging bridges, roads, tunnels, and the like never materialized untilJoe Biden’s first year in office. At least Trump’s first Administration still felt a need to pursue some conventional markers of political success; talking about its plans for an infrastructure bill was the legislative equivalent of wearing red, white, and blue—safely bipartisan, genuinely popular, all-American.

Eight years ago, Sarah Huckabee Sanders was Trump’s press secretary, the public mouthpiece for those Infrastructure-Week-any-day-now announcements. Now governor of deep-red Arkansas, she took to social media this week to cheer Trump’s decision to send in the troops over the objections of another state’s chief executive. “What’s happening in California would never happen here in Arkansas because we value order over chaos,” she posted. Newsom swiftly responded, “Your homicide rate is literally DOUBLE California’s.”

What struck me about their back-and-forth was how concisely it revealed the truth chasm in American politics. Reality itself is now so conditioned on political identity that, for a large swath of Trump’s supporters, it does not matter what conditions in California actually are: if Trump and his acolytes such as Sanders say that it is a crime-ridden hellscape under invasion by foreign masses and native-born “insurrectionists,” as Trump put it when he appeared at Fort Bragg on Tuesday, then that is what it must be. It’s true that Trump’s first term was also terrible, but I admit to being more than a little nostalgic right now for those empty promises of bipartisan legislation. He’s not even pretending anymore; he doesn’t think he needs to. This is the line that has been crossed.

On Saturday, Trump may not show up to his parade in full Saddam regalia; he’s more likely to wear a suit and a redMAGAhat than the shades and medal-bedecked uniform of one of those thugs, such as Kim Jong Un, whom he so admires. But I’d say watch out just the same: All this dictator cosplay may, sooner or later, persuade him to try out the real thing. Happy seventy-ninth, Dear Leader! ♦

Inside the Activist Groups Resisting ICE

Orange County Rapid Response Network is a loose association of volunteers—organizers and lawyers and hundreds of concerned residents—who help immigrants fight detention and deportation. On Monday morning, a hotline run by the group received an unusually high number of calls. Uniformed agents from the Department of Homeland Security had been spotted at various locations just west of Santa Ana, the county seat. They had streamed out of a maroon truck in the parking lot of a Home Depot and chased down a day laborer waiting to be hired outside. They had raided a car wash and apprehended someone at a bus stop. “We got a bunch of hits, and we mobilized our first responders to go and confirm the sightings,” Casey Conway, one of two full-time staffers at O.C. Rapid Response, told me. The network circulated warnings on social media, reached out to immigration lawyers, and guided family members through a kit on the “immediate steps to support your loved ones.”

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O.C. Rapid Response was founded by a group of advocates and lawyers at the start ofDonald Trump’sfirst term. Sandra De Anda, the other staffer, joined as a volunteer that year. De Anda is from a Latino and Cambodian neighborhood in Santa Ana, whereICEwas often present. “We were seeing Immigration and Customs Enforcement target people at their homes,” she said. Orange County sits just below Los Angeles and has a population of 3.2 million people, thirty per cent of whom were born outside of the United States. Parts of the county have a strong immigrant identity, while others are proudly nativist. The surfing town of Huntington Beach, for instance, passed an ordinance earlier this year declaring itself a “Non-Sanctuary City for Illegal Immigration for the Prevention of Crime.”

WhereasICEfocussed on home arrests during Trump’s first term, President Joe Biden’s policy was to get people “straight from prison into detention,” Conway told me. Such targeted enforcement, which requires paperwork and time, seems to be over, De Anda explained. “Now it’s about numbers.” As soon as Trump returned to office, he issued an executive order that aimed to “significantly increase” the number of immigration officers and make expedited removal, a sped-up deportation process that had previously been used only at the border, a default policy. In February, Homeland Security launched a series of raids in L.A. Last month,ICEagents started to arrest and detain asylum seekers and other new arrivals at the immigration courthouse in Santa Ana, despite city and state sanctuary policies. A reporter named Ben Camacho found that the Santa Ana police had known on more than forty occasions since Trump’s Inauguration that immigration police would be conducting operations in the city. (Spokespeople for the city of Santa Ana and its police department declined to speak with me.ICEdid not respond to my requests for comment.)

Last Friday,ICEled an operation at Ambiance Apparel, a garment wholesaler in Los Angeles, detaining workers and sparking daily protests. At least a few of those workers have already been deported. “We saw what was happening in L.A., and we were, like, it’s maybe a matter of time before they get to Orange County,” De Anda said.

On Monday, the Administration announced that it would deploy four thousand National Guardsmen and seven hundred marines to greater Los Angeles, claiming that they were needed “to enable federal law-enforcement officers to safely conduct their duties.” O.C. Rapid Response received reports of at least seven raids in the county that morning. The network posted an immediate “call to action” outside Santa Ana’s Civic Center Plaza, a government complex where arrested immigrants are processed:

NOW!MASS ICE RAIDSAROUND ORANGECOUNTY ARE BEINGPROCESSED HERE.Lets show them howOC keeps its peoplesafe.

Detained immigrants were being transported to and from a government building in big white vans with tinted windows. Members of the network lined a driveway leading to the building and swarmed every van that came through. Conway counted fifteen vans in a matter of hours. O.C. Rapid Response could not free people from detention, but they could slow the process down and try to prevent deportation by getting people lawyers. Around noon, federal agents in riot gear pushed through to clear the way for a van. They shoved an older woman, fired rubber bullets, and used pepper spray on the protesters, including Conway. The liquid caught on his glasses and dripped into his eyes.

By the time I arrived, it was sunny and hot, and the demonstration had grown far beyond the network’s direct contacts. A couple hundred people filled the driveway. Every passing car seemed to honk and cheer in support. Vicente Sarmiento, an Orange County supervisor, was in attendance. “I was at Home Depot this morning, and it broke my heart to see six people being taken away,” he told the crowd. An organizer instructed them to write “Grabate y llama este # 9233#” (“Record yourself and call this number”) on their signs and hold them up when a van came through. The number would connect detainees to legal aid. Fernando, a thirty-one year-old delivery driver, told me that he had come becauseICEwas “just abducting people.” He continued, “I’m Mexican, and I have family that’s scared. I don’t even want my mom to go out.” Down the street, about a dozen armed and helmeted federal agents stood at the main entrance to the building.

A phalanx of Santa Ana police officers appeared at the opposite end of the street in the late afternoon. The protesters moved away from them, in the direction of the federal agents. People threw plastic water bottles, and the agents responded with pepper balls and tear gas. People ran. Amid the chaos, two white vans drove through a gap created by the Santa Ana police and into theICEprocessing center.

That night, De Anda and Conway led a training session for people interested in becoming “ICEwatchers.” The network held such events every month or so and, ordinarily, attracted twenty or thirty people. This time, more than three hundred had R.S.V.P.’d, requiring a last-minute scramble for a larger venue. Those who came were of every race, age, and gender. They filled the seats and floorspace of a lecture hall, then two overflow rooms, at Santa Ana College. De Anda went through a series of wonky slides but kept things lively; she writes fiction and does standup comedy on the side. She explained that, becauseICEhadn’t had much luck gaining access to people’s homes, they now seemed to prioritize outdoor areas. She referenced a recent court decision holding that immigration police cannot enter the areas surrounding a residence—a covered porch, a carport, or a back yard—without a judicial warrant. (I learned a new word: “curtilage.”) Conway was exhausted from the protest and the pepper spray; he played a supporting role and ordered pizzas for the crowd.

O.C. Rapid Response is one of two dozen similar networks in California, including Ventura County Defensa and Stand Together Contra Costa. Several members of partner groups were at the training, including Amina Fields, an immigration lawyer at the Council on American-Islamic Relations of California. Earlier in the day, she had held a “NO HATE / NO BAN” sign at Los Angeles International Airport, to oppose Trump’s new travel restrictions on citizens of nineteen countries, in the Middle East, Africa, and the Caribbean. Now Fields was trying to figure out how to support the immigrants who had been taken intoICEcustody. “O.C. Rapid Response has created a list of who was recorded being detained, and now we’re going through it,” she told me. “From the legal side, it’s much harder once they’re detained.” Like De Anda and Conway, who is the child of a Vietnamese refugee, Fields has personal connections to these efforts. When she was young, she emigrated from Vietnam by way of a Thai refugee camp, and she spent a decade in the U.S. Air Force before going to law school. She was angered by Trump’s deployment of the National Guard and the Marines. “To put them against their own community members, their own family members—there is no need to have the military here,” she said.

On Tuesday morning, the O.C. Rapid Response hotline was still buzzy. Hundreds gathered again outside the building where detainees were taken—and were met by a frightening display of tactical vehicles and National Guardsmen. “It feels like an occupation,” De Anda told me. “They are doing as they have been directed, to destabilize our communities, our economy.” Reports ofICEraids spread. On Instagram, the network distributed whatever information it could verify on the movements of Homeland Security. “We received an anonymous tip thatICEis going to be present at the Orange County Social Services building on South Grand Avenue, Santa Ana either today or tomorrow,” one post read in English and Spanish.

That day,Pete Hegseth, the Secretary of Defense, told a House Subcommittee that the National Guard members and Marines could be in greater L.A. for two more months. The estimated cost was a hundred and thirty-four million dollars, just to cover food, transportation, and lodging. “I think we’re entering another phase, especially under President Trump, with his focus on the homeland,” he said. The National Guard would be a “critical component.” (A federal appeals court will soon consider whether to uphold a lower court’s decision to temporarily block the mobilization.)

Military convoys sped down Interstate 5; anICEcheckpoint went up at an exit near a school. GovernorGavin Newsomgave a speech after Hegseth testified, saying, “Other states are next. Democracy is next.” There were marches in Austin, Philadelphia, New York, San Francisco, and Seattle. In Southern California, rapid response became the strategy of the moment. Every union and nonprofit seemed to be advertising a help hotline and know-your-rights materials. Community group chats, focussed on particular neighborhoods, proliferated on Signal. In Arcadia, northeast of L.A., protesters yelled and banged on instruments for twelve hours outside a Hilton Garden Inn that was housingICEofficers; by Tuesday night, the officers packed up and left. Tom Homan, Trump’s border czar, admitted that demonstrations were making enforcement “more difficult.” He told the right-wing activist and podcaster Charlie Kirk thatICErequired more resources to carry out mass deportations: “We need more officers. Need more beds. Need more planes.”

O.C. Rapid Response tried to celebrate a small win. In the course of tracking down a community member who had been arrested, usingICE’s “online detainee locator system,” the network discovered that the city of Glendale, in L.A. County, had an active federal contract to hold immigrants in its jail. The contract apparently predated the state’s 2017 sanctuary law, and was permitted as an exception. A few days after O.C. Rapid Response members and the lawyer representing the community member publicized the issue, Glendale cancelled the contract. The decision was “not politically driven,” the city said.

That meant one less way station, but the community member still ended up detained. As of this month, more than fifty-one thousand immigrants are inICEdetention, the highest number since 2019. And California’s largest private facility, the Adelanto Detention Center, owned by the GEO Group, recently resumed business, after the settlement of a class-action lawsuit over unsafe conditions during the pandemic. Late last year, because of that litigation, the facility held just three inmates; it can now house up to nineteen hundred. “In this work, you have to accept the David role, as in David and Goliath,” Conway told me. “A lot of victories will feel like losses, but it’s still resistance.”♦

After Attacking Iran, Israel Girds for What’s Next

At three o’clock on Friday morning, sirens blared across Israel, and my family in Tel Aviv sprang awake. As I shuffled my groggy children to the stairwell of our apartment building, I noticed that a garbage truck outside was carrying on as usual: loading a bin, unloading an empty one, beeping in reverse. Sirens have become so frequent in the past eighteen months that some Israelis have become inured to the threat.

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“Brother!” someone shouted from a nearby window. “It’s Iran!”

The truck driver reconsidered. He stopped in the middle of the street, got out, and ducked inside our building to wait it out.

Across the Persian Gulf, Israel was carrying out a sophisticated attack against Iran’s capacity to build a nuclear weapon. Warplanes struck the Natanz nuclear facility, while other operations killed Iran’s top military general, the leader of its Revolutionary Guards, the head of its Air Force, and at least six nuclear scientists. News images showed apartment buildings in Tehran with smoke billowing from specific rooms, indicating precisely targeted attacks (though Iran said that eighty civilians were also killed). An unnamed security source told Channel 12 that the Mossad intelligence services had recently established bases inside Iran, where they kept precision missiles and suicide drones. The news aired grainy black-and-white footage of masked Mossad agents on the ground there, delicately setting down what were reportedly explosive drones, aimed at destroying the country’s air defenses. For twenty years, Israel had threatened to attack Iran’s nuclear program. Seemingly within minutes, it suddenly had. On Israeli television, military reporters warned of “complicated days ahead.” Yonit Levi, the anchorwoman of the leading news network on Channel 12, declared, “We are entering an entirely new situation.”

The attack left many analysts asking: why now? The preceding days had been eventful. A dispute over the prospect of subjecting ultra-Orthodox men to the military draft had threatened to topple the Israeli government, as the opposition tried to dissolve the parliament. Prime MinisterBenjamin Netanyahumanaged to scuttle the attempt, but his coalition emerged scathed and fractious. A U.N. watchdog had also declared that Iran was in violation of nuclear safeguards. Israeli intelligence has long warned that Iran was on the brink of having “breakout” capabilities—the ability to transform its weapons-grade uranium into a bomb—but the new declaration was seen as unusually damning.

Negotiations between the U.S. and Iran over its nuclear program have been under way in recent weeks and were set to resume next week in Oman. Some speculated that the attacks were intended to disrupt the talks. Raz Zimmt, the director of the Iran program at Israel’s Institute for National Security Studies, acknowledged to reporters on Friday that Israel clearly “did not want a bad deal with Iran.” But when I asked him if this explained the timing of the strikes, he demurred. “I certainly don’t think Israel will be displeased that it managed to stop negotiations between Iran and the U.S.,” he said, but added that Israel’s real aim was to degrade Iranian capabilities.

Nadav Eyal, a well-sourced columnist for Israel’sYediot Ahronotnewspaper, went further, arguing that the attacks had been planned to occur between rounds of talks in order to deceive Iran’s leadership. He wrote on X that the Israelis had “planted the idea that nothing could happen” before the negotiations resumed in Oman in order to lull top Iranian commanders into a sense of “false security” before they were targeted.

Yaakov Amidror, a retired major general and a former national-security adviser to Netanyahu, insisted that Mossad—which he said had conducted three separate operations in Iran—worked on its own timeline. “A military operation you can postpone—you tell the pilots to go home,” he said. “But when you have what the Mossad had inside Iran, you cannot postpone and renew whenever you want. So the pressure came from the Mossad side. The longer that you are inside Iran, you are in danger of being exposed.” He also noted that it made tactical sense to strike while Iran was weak. Its proxies in Lebanon and Syria, once a potent force in the region, had sustained immense damage in recent fighting. A covert Israeli operation in October had left its air defenses gravely compromised. As Netanyahu weighed the threat of a response, Amidror said, he didn’t have to “take into consideration a hundred thousand missiles from Lebanon.”

Israel continued the attacks on Friday, including a second strike on Natanz, the uranium-enrichment site; there were some indications that it also had its sights on Iran’s most fortified site, in Fordo. An argument festered over whether there had been help from America. Eyal, theYediotcolumnist, said in his post that “without a green light from the U.S., none of this would have happened.” He added, “A strike like this requires American coordination—over Middle East airspace, over shared intelligence, over ammunition supply chains.” Secretary of State Marco Rubio claimed in a statement that the attacks were “unilateral action” by Israel and that the U.S. was “not involved in the strikes.” But PresidentDonald Trumpseemed to almost relish them, telling an ABC reporter, “They got hit about as hard as you’re going to get hit. And there’s more to come. A lot more.”

The full extent of the damage will likely not be known for a long time, though Iran acknowledged that “several parts” of its facility in Natanz had been damaged. Amidror, the former general, argued that the exact results of the strikes were beside the point. “Israel showed its capabilities to deter,” he said. “Philosophically, it doesn’t matter by how much Israel succeeded in postponing the actual plan.” He suggested that, for Israel, the scientists had been even more important targets than the military and Revolutionary Guards leaders were.

In Israel, there was widespread pride that the country had succeeded in a complex intelligence operation, especially after its spectacular failure to prevent the Hamas-led attacks of October 7, 2023. But questions swirled. Did this constitute a new war? Or an escalation of the twenty months of conflict between Israel and Hamas in Gaza? Hezbollah announced that it would not instigate an attack against Israel. But even without the aid of Hezbollah, Iran’s leaders felt intense pressure to mount an aggressive response.

On Friday, Iran threatened to retaliate, saying that the “end of the story will be written by Iran’s hand.” Israeli schools and workplaces closed, along with all the synagogues. The public was ordered not to congregate and to stay close to bomb shelters. Typically, when there are incoming rockets, Israelis are advised to seek cover and wait for ten minutes. This time, the head of Israel’s Home Front Command said, at the sound of a siren, “we go into our protected spaces and we don’t leave.”

Amos Harel, a military reporter forHaaretz,suspected that Iran would attempt to strike not just military assets but also civilian targets inside Israel. Last April, when Iran launched more than three hundred drones and missiles across the border, an international coalition led by Israel destroyed ninety-nine per cent of them. But Iran still had some two thousand ballistic missiles in its arsenal, with the capability to produce about fifty more each month. It was unclear how much of this capacity remained after Thursday night’s attack, but on Israeli television the alarm was still palpable. Would Iran manage to overwhelm Israel this time around? And how far backdidthe attack set Iran? Months? Years?

Our building has a windowless stairwell, but not the kind of protected space required by the Home Front Command, so we hustled the kids to my in-laws’ place to wait out the threat. As we drove, the streets filled with people buying groceries and lugging six-packs of water bottles. One man bought flowers. On the radio, a newscaster advised drivers, “Leave your window open a little, so you can hear if something is happening.” Helicopters circled above. My son, staring up, asked how come they were allowed to fly, when the news said that Israel’s airspace had been shut down completely.

As the hours ticked by on Friday, reactions in Israel vacillated between extremes. A contingent of triumphant-sounding analysts suggested that the military was eliminating the Iranian threat, centrifuge by centrifuge. Ben Caspit, a longtime Netanyahu biographer and critic, quoted from private conversations in which the Prime Minister reportedly boasted of an imminent “end to the age of wars.” Some predicted that the strikes could collapse the Iranian regime.

On the other side were those who cautioned that, even if the regime does collapse, the fall won’t be quick, and no one can be sure what will succeed it. Their unease was exacerbated by Israel’s profound leadership crisis. Most residents are already distrustful of Netanyahu’s handling of the war in Gaza, which has devastated the Palestinian enclave and its two million residents. Fifty-three per cent of Israelis believe that he is driven to prolong the war for his own political survival. “His actions and statements over the past two and a half years have proven that the man no longer has any red lines,” Harel, theHaaretzreporter, wrote on Friday. Even Bibi’s partisans acknowledged that the country must, as Israel’s chief military spokesman put it, “brace for a prolonged operation,” in which the threat of Iranian retaliation was constant.

On Friday evening, the sirens sounded again, and my family rushed back to the secure room. Somewhere overhead, the Iranian response had begun: about a hundred drones, according to the I.D.F., and waves of missiles. Most were intercepted, but a building near us was destroyed. Six other buildings in the city were hit, and there were reports of blasts in Jerusalem. After two hours in the shelter, my children were sprawled in exhaustion on the floor, but my eighteen-month-old kept pointing at the ceiling, unsettled. Israel’s defense minister had vowed that “the Ayatollah regime would pay a very heavy price.” Perhaps we all will. ♦

There Are No Perfect Choices in the New York Mayoral Race

Andrew Cuomo and Zohran Mamdani are leading the Democratic field. Even they seem nervous.

This year’s mayoral race has so far been a strange, frustrating exercise. The Democratic primary, usually definitive, is looking like a two-man race between candidates who are not guaranteed to win in November: Andrew Cuomo, the former governor, and Zohran Mamdani, a democratic socialist who has served four years in the State Assembly. One is only a few years removed from resigning amid an enormous sexual-harassment and abuse-of-powerscandal. The other is a decade removed from college. The political trajectory of the city is genuinely up for grabs. And no one’s feeling too confident about it.

On Thursday evening—two days before the start of early voting—Cuomo, Mamdani, and five of the nine remaining candidates in the primary faced off in a televised debate at the campus of John Jay College, near Columbus Circle. For two hours, just a few blocks from the gleaming towers of Billionaires’ Row, the field discussed the city’s housing and affordability crisis, policing and its effect on crime, New York’s relationship with Donald Trump, Israel and Palestine, e-bikes, and myriad other issues. The candidates, by and large, are serious people, with serious things to say about the city’s overlapping crises, though no one onstage could ignore the modern political demand for clip-ready zingers. “Truth be told, experience matters, and Andrew Cuomo has experience,” the former comptroller Scott Stringer said, delivering the truest-sounding canned line of the night. “But vision matters, and Mamdani . . . you have the vision, and you have articulated that during the campaign.” Stringer turned from his competitors to face the audience, and added, “The problem is, we need someone who can do both.”

After a recent run of polls showed Mamdani in second place, and gaining on Cuomo, his opponents have started treating him as a front-runner. Mamdani’s campaign, which even hereportedlyhad doubts about when it began last year, has caught fire with committed liberals and leftists of various stripes. He has proposed raising taxes on the wealthiest New Yorkers and corporations to pay for new public programs including free buses, and freezing the rent in the city’s rent-regulated apartments. “The name is Mamdani, M-A-M-D-A-N-I,” he said sharply on Thursday, after Cuomo mispronounced it, a tic that has sounded increasingly deliberate as the polls have tightened in the past few weeks. In the first question at Thursday’s debate, one of the moderators, the Spectrum NY1 hostErrol Louis, asked Mamdani how, with his youth and relative lack of experience, he could assure New Yorkers he was up to the job of overseeing a hundred-billion-dollar public budget and three-hundred-thousand-person public workforce. “I have never had to resign in disgrace,” Mamdani said at one point in his answer, turning the question back to his principal opponent. “I have never hounded the thirteen women who credibly accused me of sexual harassment.”

Since getting into the race, Cuomo’s evasions, gaslighting, and refusal to take responsibility for the bad acts that led to his downfall four years ago have made for a brazen performance. “Five district attorneys looked at this,” Cuomo said, repeating a practiced line. “Absolutely nothing has come.” His contention seems to be that thirteen women independently came up with the idea of accusing him of sexual harassment, for little to no personal gain. (As Cuomo likes to point out, none of the civil lawsuits brought against him has succeeded, either.) And yet the former governor’s political skills and power have also been on display these past few weeks. He has secured the endorsements of many elected officials who not so long ago agitated for his resignation, as well as influential Black pastors, prominent Jewish community leaders, and the leaders of many of the city’s big labor unions. During a discussion of education funding in the city, Cuomo broke in to say that the other candidates’ arguments about a new and costly state-imposed public-school-class-size limit was all wrong. “The state has to pay,” Cuomo said, arguing that, if Albany wanted to impose a mandate on the city, it needed to be backed with dollars. “Let’s be realistic.” It was a good answer: New York State should cough up more money to make sure working-class city kids aren’t consigned to packed schoolrooms. But no one doubts Cuomo’s knowledge of the workings of government. The questions are about motive, comportment, and why he should be trusted after making such a mess of the governorship.

Of all the candidates onstage, Brad Lander, the city’s comptroller and a Brooklyn progressive, seemed happiest to be there. Earlier in the day, theTimes, which had previously announced its intention to break long-held practice and not endorse in local elections this year, published a quasi-endorsement of Lander,the product of a surveyof notable New Yorkers conducted by the paper’s Opinion section. Seven of fifteen respondents—who included a political scientist, a conservative think-tank president, a party strategist, and the restaurateur Danny Meyer—said that Lander was the best candidate in the field; no other candidate got more than two respondents to back them. “His record as a consensus builder and his responsible approach to leadership make him the top choice in an imperfect Democratic field,” the Opinion section’s editors wrote. At the previous televised debate, Lander had got a bit lost. Onstage at John Jay, glowing from theTimes’praise, he seemed to step into himself a little bit more, landing a couple of direct shots on Cuomo, who was standing at a podium to his right.

“Andrew, this is Peter Arbeeny,” Lander said, pointing at a man seated in the audience, during a “cross-examination” portion of the debate, when each candidate was allowed to ask a direct question of one opponent. Peter Arbeeny’s father, Norman Arbeeny, died ofCOVID-19 early in the pandemic. Peter and other members of the Arbeeny family have been vocal critics of Cuomo’s controversial order forcingnursing homesto acceptCOVID-19 patients discharged from hospitals. Lander’s question to Cuomo: “Will you finally apologize to Peter?” Cuomo looked down at his podium as Lander said this, avoiding eye contact with the audience. He grimaced like he couldn’t believe Lander’s gall. “Maybe where you come from in St. Louis, facts don’t matter, but here they do,” Cuomo said, arguing that when compared with other states, New York’s pandemic nursing-home numbers weren’t disproportionately “horrendous.” Then he seemed to remember Arbeeny. “Mr. Arbeeny lost a father. I am very, very sorry for that,” Cuomo said. “He brought a legal case against the state. The legal case was dismissed.”

The acrimony in the race is real. A bunch of the candidates clearly dislike Cuomo from personal experience, or feel bitter about Mamdani’s precociousness and talent for social media. When the candidates and moderators on Thursday took a short break about halfway through, Cuomo turned to his right and approached Adrienne Adams, the speaker of the City Council, and patted her on the back as she smiled tightly. Cuomo spun away and approached Mamdani. The two men shook hands, and Mamdani slipped away looking grim. Earlier in the day, it was reported that a superPACbacking Cuomo had prepared an attack mailer that used a photo filter to make Mamdani’s beard look darker and bushier—which Mamdani denounced as inflammatory and Islamophobic. Cuomo eventually wandered to the front of the stage and spent the rest of the break waving at someone in the audience. (Presumably not Arbeeny.)

No one in the race can claim to be a juggernaut, and each candidate has flaws that not only limit their electoral appeal but suggest some deep problems they might face if they do end up in City Hall. Cuomo, for much of the campaign, has held himself forward as inevitable, the familiar and steady choice, though he’s never topped much more than forty per cent of first-round votes in any poll of the primary. He’s clearly feeling cautious in the campaign’s closing days. After the debate, in the “spin room,” while other candidates made themselves available for one-on-one conversations, Cuomo sent a brash surrogate out to address reporters. Meanwhile, in Mamdani’s best ranked-choice voting poll—which includes a simulation of the city’s new instant-runoff system, where every voter ranks up to five candidates on their ballot—he still loses to Cuomo in the last round by two points, losing Black voters to Cuomo by more than forty points, and Hispanic voters by ten. Mamdani seeks to speak for the city’s working class, yet his voters appear to trend not just younger but whiter, richer, and more male than Cuomo’s. (In the poll where he loses by two, Mamdani loses to Cuomo among women voters by eight points.) Some of his opponents like to paint him as a dangerous radical who will bend the city to his will if he’s elected mayor; he seems just as likely to get squeezed by the political complexities of the job. Five years ago, he supported calls to cut the city’s police budget in the wake ofGeorge Floyd’s murder. On Thursday night, he said, tersely, “I will not defund the police. I will work with the police.”

The debate had a round of questions dedicated to Israel and rising antisemitism—a segment that inevitably put Mamdani, the only Muslim candidate, who has calledIsrael’s war in Gazaa genocide, in the spotlight. Mamdani, whose supporters resent how often he is asked for his opinion on Israel’s right to exist, maneuvered around a question about his support for the Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions movement, and emphasized his commitment to nonviolence. Cuomo, who has made his support for Israel central to his campaign, was asked to account for why he never made a public visit to a mosque during his terms as governor. He stumbled. “I believe I have, I would have to check the record,” he said, before going back to suggesting that Mamdani is an antisemite. But Cuomo may have seen something in the polling, because he focussed less on his ideological differences with Mamdani and more on questions of age and experience. “Inexperience is dangerous,” he said at one point. “To put a person in this seat, at this time, with no experience is reckless.”

No matter who wins on June 24th, New York City could be in line for a competitive general election for the first time in more than two decades. If Cuomo wins, Mamdani may still appear on the ballot in November, on the progressive Working Families Party line. Eric Adams, the beleaguered incumbent, has announced his intention to appear on the ballot as an Independent. If Cuomo ends up losing the primary, he has pledged to do the same. The Republican nominee, the longtime political gadfly Curtis Sliwa, who, in the late seventies, founded the red-beret-clad vigilante group the Guardian Angels,ran four years agoand garnered twenty-seven per cent of the vote in a head-to-head matchup with Adams. This year, some think Sliwa’s twenty-seven per cent, or something like it, could be enough to win a four-way race. Meanwhile, the city’s housing crisis is worsening, immigration agents are visiting public schools, and the President is looking to destroy Columbia University and other large city institutions. The scale of issues confronting the city is making everyone running look small. No debate, even a surprisingly substantive and lively one, will change that. ♦

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