Trump’s DHS Cracks Down In LA, Illegals Rounded Up in Bold Operation
The Department of Homeland Security launched a surprise operation to enforce immigration laws in Los Angeles on Wednesday, arresting 16 illegal immigrants tied to a region that federal agents say is gripped by MS-13 gang control.
Dubbed “Operation Trojan Horse,” the raid began around 7 a.m. near a Home Depot on Wilshire Boulevard by MacArthur Park — the same location where a previous June sweep drew national attention, Fox News LA reported.
Video from the scene shows federal agents bursting from the back of a Penske moving truck and sprinting toward a group of individuals gathered near a street food stand. The crowd immediately scattered as agents moved in.
According to a DHS spokesperson, 16 undocumented migrants were detained. The individuals are originally from Guatemala, Mexico, Honduras, and Nicaragua. No further details were immediately provided about their criminal histories or immigration status, but DHS officials made clear the area is plagued by gang activity that threatens public safety.
“This area has a known MS-13 chokehold,” one DHS official told Fox News, justifying the enforcement presence.
Penske Truck Rental, whose vehicle was used in the operation, quickly distanced itself from the raid, stating it “strictly prohibits” transporting people in the cargo areas of its trucks and had no prior knowledge of DHS using its equipment.
“Penske will reach out to DHS and reinforce its policy to avoid improper use of its vehicles in the future,” the company said.
Despite ongoing legal challenges from pro-illegal immigration activists, Wednesday’s raid was not blocked by a recent federal court ruling that temporarily restricted warrantless detentions. That ruling, issued last month by a federal judge, criticized DHS for allegedly conducting “roving” patrols and detaining individuals based on ethnicity or occupation rather than legal cause.
The Biden-appointed judge’s ruling also required the government to give access to legal counsel for detainees — a move seen by many as an attempt to tie the hands of federal agents and slow down deportations.
The Biden Justice Department appealed the restraining order, but a three-judge panel from the 9th Circuit refused to pause the ruling. The case is expected to be appealed to the U.S. Supreme Court.
Nevertheless, the legal pushback did not halt Wednesday’s operation. U.S. Attorney for Los Angeles Bill Essayli took to X to celebrate the enforcement effort.
“For those who thought immigration enforcement had stopped in Southern California, think again,” Essayli wrote. “The enforcement of federal law is not negotiable, and there are no sanctuaries from the reach of the federal government.”
The raid follows a massive June 6 operation in the same neighborhood where around 100 federal agents detained multiple individuals. That sweep prompted Los Angeles Mayor Karen Bass to confront the agents on site.
“They need to leave, and they need to leave right now. They need to leave because this is unacceptable,” Bass shouted at agents, reinforcing her opposition to immigration enforcement.
That day, coordinated raids took place at seven locations across Los Angeles, sparking mass protests by evening. Some demonstrators became violent, prompting the Los Angeles Police Department to declare an unlawful assembly and issue a citywide tactical alert.
SkyFOX video captured dozens of LAPD officers in riot gear forming skirmish lines outside the Royal Federal Building downtown as protesters hurled objects and advanced toward the structure.
Footage showed clashes between officers and demonstrators. Tear gas and pepper spray were deployed as protesters used hammers to break concrete and spray-painted “F*** ICE” across city property.
According to LAPD, some protesters began throwing chunks of concrete at officers as the crowd escalated.
With President Trump now back in office and cracking down on sanctuary policies, DHS has made it clear that immigration enforcement is returning — and no city, no activist mayor, and no protest mob will stand in the way.
My Husband Left Me in Rags for His Mistress. He Didn't Know My Billionaire Father Owned the Gala.
He took his mistress to the most prestigious gala in the city and left me standing in an old evening dress, then looked me in the eye and said, ""You'll only embarrass me."" He thought humiliating me would be the end of the story. He had no idea that one phone call I'd kept hidden for three years was about to shake everything he had built.
""You really planned to wear that?""
My husband's voice drifted up from the front entrance, cold enough to make my hands tremble. I stood frozen in front of the bedroom mirror, staring at the navy dress I had treasured since before we got married. The fabric was still elegant, but time had begun to show along the sleeves. I smoothed them anyway, hoping they looked less obvious.
Outside, Spencer Reed stepped out of his black SUV looking like the perfect CEO, every inch polished and confident. From the hallway, I heard our housekeeper, Mrs. Evelyn, gently ask if she should tell me it was time to come downstairs.
""There isn't any reason,"" Spencer answered without hesitation. ""Paisley's coming with me.""
His words hit harder than a slap.
I walked to the window and watched him adjust his cuff links without even glancing toward the house. Three years of marriage... and somehow I still kept convincing myself that if I stayed humble enough, patient enough, invisible enough, he would eventually love me.
I was wrong.
The sound of high heels echoed through the marble foyer.
Paisley Dawson slipped beside him wearing a shimmering gold gown that looked like it belonged on a magazine cover. Around her neck sparkled a diamond necklace that cost more than I had probably spent on myself during our entire marriage.
She smiled sweetly before looking me up and down.
""So... you're the wife.""
Her eyes paused on my worn sleeves, and she laughed softly.
""Now I understand why Spencer never brings you anywhere.""
I waited.
Surely my husband would say something.
Anything.
Instead, he smiled at her.
""You look incredible.""
The room suddenly felt colder.
Paisley rested her hand possessively on his arm.
""The Apex Group charity gala isn't a place for someone dressed like... that,"" she said. ""Tonight will be filled with CEOs, senators, investors—people who actually matter. You'd only make Spencer look bad.""
Every word was carefully chosen to wound.
I turned to Spencer, refusing to let them see the anger building inside me.
He didn't defend me.
He didn't deny her words.
He simply offered Paisley his arm.
""We're late.""
That was all.
I stood silently as the front door closed behind them. A few seconds later, the SUV disappeared through the gates, its taillights fading into the evening.
Mrs. Evelyn quietly walked over and touched my arm.
""I'm so sorry, Mrs. Reed. Would you like me to make you some dinner?""
I forced a faint smile.
""No... thank you.""
I climbed the stairs alone and shut the bedroom door behind me. Through the window I could see the skyline where tonight's gala was already beginning, lights glowing above the city like another world I was never meant to enter.
Then my phone vibrated.
A message.
Unknown number.
When I opened it, my stomach dropped.
It was a selfie from the back seat of Spencer's SUV.
Paisley leaned against him with a smug grin, flashing a peace sign while Spencer's reflection appeared beside her in the window.
Below the photo she had written:
""By the time tonight is over, he'll belong to me completely. Have fun waiting at home.""
I didn't cry.
Instead, I walked to my vanity, opened the lowest drawer, and pulled out a small red velvet box I hadn't touched in three years.
Inside rested a SIM card.
The one I promised myself I'd never need again.
I slipped it into my phone.
Only one contact appeared.
Dad.
My thumb hovered over the screen before I finally pressed Call.
One ring.
Two.
Three.
Then I heard the voice I hadn't allowed myself to hear since I walked away from my family.
""Phoebe?""
His voice sounded older... but the concern was still there.
My throat tightened.
""Dad...""
For a moment I couldn't speak.
Then the words finally escaped.
""I want to come home.""
Silence.
Long enough to make my heart pound.
Finally, my father—Raymond Harrell, the billionaire whose name could open almost any door in the country—answered with a voice trembling from emotion.
""My little girl...""
Another pause.
""I'm coming to get you.""
In that instant, everything changed.
Spencer believed tonight would elevate his empire.
He had no idea the most powerful man he'd ever unknowingly offended was already on his way.
