Dear Joe,
I wish I could sit down with you face to face and explain why so many of us were offended by the UFC fight on the South Lawn of the White House.
For me, it had nothing to do with the UFC or who showed up for the fights. The brand you and Dana have built is a bona fide American success story. More power to you. As for the fighters, in my book, anyone brave enough to put it all on the line in the arena is remarkable to witness. Their dedication and discipline inspire me. I don’t understand anyone who can’t admire that.
And as for the people who attended, I, for one, love Shane Gillis. I think he’s hilarious and brilliant. It was a show. A once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. I can’t blame anyone for wanting to witness it firsthand.
My problem is that I believe some of our public spaces are sacred. And unlike many of the great powers that came before us, these American monuments belong to all of us. Not to whoever happens to hold power at the moment.
The White House does not belong to Donald Trump. It does not belong to any President. It belongs to the people. To treat it as Caesar treated the Colosseum is antithetical to everything our founding fathers fought for.
This is not Rome. Presidents are not emperors doling out bread and circuses for the peasants. The White House is the People’s House. This “celebration” could have happened in any stadium within a stone’s throw of the South Lawn. No one would have had an issue with it.
But that was obviously Donald Trump’s whole point. By holding the event on the South Lawn, what he was saying to the rest of us is:
“This is my house. I own it. I will do with it what I please. I’ll build a colosseum and have the gladiators fight under my gaze. I’ll tear down the East Wing. I’ll pave over the Rose Garden. I’ll cover everything in gold and marble. I’ll erase the names of all the men who came before me.”
The fights were an exhibition of imperial domination, not a celebration of our 250th anniversary as a democracy.
The White House is not Buckingham Palace. It is not the Palace of Versailles. It is not the Forbidden City of Beijing. It does not belong to an emperor, or a king, or a commissar.
The White House belongs to us. All of us. The person who sits behind the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office is nothing more than an honored guest. A temporary caretaker.
The President is our servant. Not our Caesar.
Respectfully, Hunter
P.S. Cage match between me and Don Jr.? Your call on the venue. Anywhere but the South Lawn.
La seleccion de fútbol de Irán llegó a México, donde se alojará durante el Mundial. Si bien jugará todos sus partidos en EEUU, Trump les negó hospedaje y los obliga a salir del país apenas termine cada encuentro. La FIFA aceptó ese acto de mal anfitrión.
The Senegalese 🇸🇳 delegation gets this treatment on arrival in the USA. Full tarmac searches, shoes off, bags turned inside out like criminals.
This is straight up humiliation and a disgrace. They’d never put white boys through the same.
The incompetent @FIFAWorldCup host, USA, is failing to fulfill its responsibilities properly.
We are guests of @FIFAcom, and it is FIFA’s responsibility to ensure that visas for all members are issued.
US Denies Visas to Iran National Football Team Officials Ahead of World Cup
https://t.co/sXw74OzmIt
A Farewell to a Friend of Zimbabwe 🇿🇼🇬🇧
His Excellency Pete Vowles,@PeteVowles , the United Kingdom's Ambassador to Zimbabwe, is nearing the end of his tour of duty, and with his departure Zimbabwe bids farewell to a diplomat unlike any other.
As far as I can remember, no British Ambassador to Zimbabwe has endeared himself to ordinary Zimbabweans quite the way Pete has.
His warmth, humility, infectious personality and ability to connect with people from all walks of life earned him something that cannot be conferred by governments or written into diplomatic credentials, the genuine affection and respect of the people.
Over the past eight years, Pete has quietly helped thaw relations between Zimbabwe and the United Kingdom at a time when historical baggage and political differences could easily have kept the two nations apart.
He achieved this not through grandstanding or headlines, but through people.
Through supporting Zimbabwean farmers seeking access to UK markets.
Through engaging local businesses, charities and communities. Through listening more than he spoke. Through showing up where others often would not.
Yet none of this surprises me.
Long before he became Ambassador, Pete was a young teacher in rural Mudzi in the early 1990s. It was there that his enduring connection with Zimbabwe was born.
He travelled across the countryside, immersed himself in local culture, played slug at rural business centres, drew water from wells, shared meals with villagers, slept by candlelight and embraced life as it was lived by ordinary Zimbabweans.
He learnt our language ,our customs, and most importantly, he learnt our people.
That connection never left him.
I have always believed that, deep down, Zimbabwe is not merely another posting on Pete's diplomatic résumé. It is his second home.
That became even more evident in 2023 when @TeamFuloZim launched the #AmbassadorsCookOffZW,inviting ambassadors accredited to Zimbabwe to prepare a beloved Zimbabwean dish, Highfiridzi.
Pete was the first ambassador to put up his hand.
That was Pete all over.
Not because he wanted the spotlight, but because he genuinely embraced opportunities to engage with Zimbabweans beyond the formalities of diplomatic life.
What happened next speaks volumes about his influence and the goodwill he enjoyed among his peers.
Pete encouraged fellow diplomats to participate, helping build momentum behind the initiative. Soon ambassadors and senior diplomats from across the diplomatic community signed up and embraced the challenge with enthusiasm.
What followed was something truly special.
Diplomats left the comfort of embassy walls, visited local markets, bought ingredients, lit fires, cooked in clay pots and immersed themselves in Zimbabwean culture. They laughed, learnt, shared stories and connected with ordinary Zimbabweans in ways that traditional diplomacy rarely allows.
The Cook-Off became far more than a cooking competition.
It became a bridge between cultures.
And Pete was there at the very beginning, helping make it happen.
One of my fondest memories was welcoming Pete and Hannah into our family home in Mount Pleasant, where they met my mother, Mama Rose, my children, brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews.
By the end of the visit, they did not feel like distinguished guests.
They felt like family.
Perhaps that is what made Pete different.
He understood that diplomacy is ultimately about people,not buildings,not protocols. People.
When future historians look back on Pete Vowles' time in Zimbabwe, they will undoubtedly speak about trade, diplomacy and bilateral relations.
Those things matter.
But many Zimbabweans will remember something else.
A man who was just as comfortable sitting around a fire in the rural areas as he was attending a diplomatic reception.
A man who embraced our culture, respected our people and made a genuine effort to understand the country he came to represent.
#PauseForThought
Every year, sometimes twice a year, I look forward to going home to Zimbabwe.
Zimbabwe is home. It is where my umbilical cord was buried. It is where my roots are. It is where, God willing, I hope to spend my twilight years.
In a few years' time, when I finally decide to return for good, I will pack my belongings, my work tools, my Partial Discharge detectors, Hipot testers, Tan Delta test sets, transformer testing equipment and all the other instruments that have been part of my working life, load them into a container and head home to be among my people.
But every time I visit, there is one thought that I can never completely silence.
What would happen if something went terribly wrong? When I'm driving through places like Zai Rimwe, Mutekedza or Mupatsi on my way to rural Njanja, I sometimes catch myself thinking about the unthinkable.
What if there was an accident out here?
Would someone be able to call an ambulance?
Would an ambulance come?
If the situation was serious, would there be access to an air ambulance?
If people were trapped in a vehicle, would the fire brigade arrive in time?
Where would the injured be taken?
Would the nearest hospital have the equipment, medicines and resources needed to save a life?
These are not political questions.
These are human questions.
They affect the wealthy businessman in a luxury vehicle just as much as they affect the pensioner travelling on a rural bus.
A million dollars in the boot of a Rolls-Royce means nothing when a person is trapped under twisted metal and every minute counts.
In those moments, status disappears.
Politics disappears.
Connections disappear.
All that matters is whether help is coming.
Whether the ambulance arrives.
Whether the rescue team arrives.
Whether the hospital can do what it was built to do.
Living in the UK has taught me many things. Life here is far from perfect, but one thing that gives people peace of mind is knowing that if tragedy strikes, a system exists. Ambulances, fire services, air ambulances and hospitals may not be flawless, but they are there. People know that when they dial for help, help is on its way.
That sense of security is priceless.
Healthcare and emergency services are not luxuries.
They are not political projects.
They are among the most important investments any nation can make because every single one of us is mortal.
No title, no office, no amount of wealth, no security detail and no political influence can prevent an accident, a stroke, a heart attack or a medical emergency.
Life can change in a second.
That is why I believe we should all be talking more about hospitals, ambulances, rescue services and emergency preparedness.
Not because we expect disaster.
But because we all hope to survive it if it comes.
This is not criticism.
It is concern.
It is the concern of a son of the soil who loves his country and wants the same peace of mind for Zimbabweans that people in many other countries take for granted.
Some things are worth putting ahead of everything else.
Saving lives is one of them.
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