By electing Sadiq Khan on steroids, New Yorkers just played right into Donald Trump's hands - Lee Cohen
Britain, pour a stiff one and watch the fireworks, writes US columnist Lee Cohen
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Marxism has failed from Cuba to the Soviet Union. Seeing it fail on Broadway and Wall Street will burn in the world’s history like an epic disaster film.
“Self-proclaimed New York City Communist, Zohran Mamdani, will prove to be one of the best things to ever happen to our great Republican Party.”
Donald Trump typed that out in September. Last night, the voters of Manhattan, Brooklyn and the Bronx pressed “send” for him. They have just elected Sadiq Khan with a Subway card and a megaphone.
Britain, pour a stiff one and watch the fireworks. President Trump is already grinning.
Start with the photograph: a 34-year-old in a navy thawb, fist raised on the steps of Gracie Mansion, victory confetti sticking to his beard. Behind him, red banners read: TURN THE VOLUME UP.
Translation for Londoners: imagine Sadiq Khan winning a third term, then swallowing a vial of pure ideology and growing ten feet tall. Same sermon, bigger pulpit, deeper pockets to raid.
Trump’s prophecy was surgical. “He needs the money from me, as President,” the tweet continued. “He won’t be getting any of it.”
Every campaign promise—city-owned supermarkets, 200,000 “deeply affordable” flats, a $30 minimum wage, free buses from Battery Park to the Bronx—requires a federal cheque the size of the Hudson River. One phone call from the Resolute Desk and the tap slams shut.
New York’s new mayor will learn what Khan already knows: socialist fairy tales are easy to tell when someone else is paying the bar bill.
Comrade Mamdani is not an outlier; he is the Democratic Party’s new showroom model. Moderates have been airbrushed out like Blairite backbenchers after Corbyn’s coup.
By electing Sadiq Khan on steroids, New Yorkers just played right into Donald Trump's hands - Lee CohenWhat remains is a militant cadre that quotes Frantz Fanon at breakfast and Ilhan Omar at lunch. They cheer Hamas rockets on campus, demand open borders at the Rio Grande, and fantasise about nationalising Goldman Sachs while sipping flat whites in Williamsburg. This is Jeremy Corbyn with AirPods and a prayer mat.
Britons will recognise the soundtrack. You paid £37million to house migrants in four-star hotels while Khan lectured you about “shared sacrifice.” You watched knife crime explode, and the Met knelt for BLM.
You endured ULEZ cameras that fined the nurse doing night shift while Just Stop Oil blocked the Blackwall Tunnel. New York is about to discover the sequel in 5K.
Picture the first budget crisis. Mamdani’s “mansion tax” will send hedge funds scuttling to Palm Beach faster than a Routemaster with a lit fuse.
Mayor De Blasio, a far predecessor, left a $4billion hole; Mamdani’s opening bid is $10billion.
When the bond market yawns, he will dial Washington. Trump will let it ring out. The ensuing meltdown—shuttered firehouses, uncollected rubbish, subway platforms darker than New York’s Blackout of ’77 — will play on Fox News in an endless loop. Every viral clip is a Republican attack ad with better production values than Saatchi ever managed.
Across the Atlantic, the warning lights are flashing amber. Khan’s London is Mamdani’s dress rehearsal. Two-tier policing, prayer mats in the town hall, statues toppled while the police film it for TikTok.
The same ideologues who chant “from the river to the sea” in Trafalgar Square will be running the NYPD’s community outreach by spring. The difference? New York’s budget is big enough to bankrupt a continent.
Yet bankruptcy is the gift. Every closed deli, every cop who swaps his badge for a Florida sunhat, every billionaire yacht steaming past the Statue of Liberty is a postcard from the future.
President Trump does not need to campaign; he simply withholds the cheques.
Mamdani’s honeymoon will last exactly as long as the first unpaid overtime bill for the sanitation workers.
Republicans stand for common sense: secure borders, safe streets, and a government that works for the taxpayer, not the Twitterati.
Democrats have thrown in with the far-left fringe and their anti-British, anti-American allies. There is no middle ground left—only radicals who tweet “globalise the intifada” from the mayor’s office while the city burns.
Londoners know the script. You have eight years of data. Knife arches at Tube stations, 40 per cent council-tax rises, and a mayor who celebrates Eid with more gusto than the Cenotaph.
New York is about to discover that the play runs longer when the theatre is bigger.
President Trump warned us: “This ideology has failed, always, for thousands of years. It will fail again, and that’s guaranteed.”
He is about to be proved right in high definition. Every viral video of a pothole the size of a crater, every viral mugshot of a released rapist, every viral clip of Mamdani blaming “late-stage capitalism” for the snowploughs that never arrived will be campaign gold.
Britain, take notes and enjoy the show. President Trump just handed every conservative a loudhailer and a spotlight. Will we shout loud enough to wake the dead?
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