I spent this morning at the Port of Los Angeles, one of the world’s great industrial sites (about which I’ll be writing for an upcoming issue of National Review). If you believe as I do that the division of labor is the foundation of civilization — something without which we are basically very, very clever monkeys — it is indeed a place of wonder, a head-clutchingly complex operation through which vast amounts of goods and vast sums of wealth travel, bringing Americans that to which we have become accustomed, i.e., all the best that the world has to offer.
If the Martians landed tomorrow, I wouldn’t want to take them around to see the monuments in Washington; I’d want to take them to the Port of Los Angeles. For all its problems (and they are many, of course), it is a place that expresses something good and true about the world that we have built.
It is also a place at which one can see a great number of young men and women making a very good living loading, unloading, trucking, and tracking cargo containers marked MAERSK and CHINA SHIPPING. Watching them at work, I could not help but think of President Obama’s recent anti-globalization rhetoric and Harry Reid’s ridiculously Sinophobic poppycock, and wonder: Why do the Democrats hate Los Angeles? And California? And truck drivers? And crane operators? And the logistics industry?