Federal control didn’t just change who patrolled Washington; it changed how people walked, talked, and even breathed in their own neighborhoods. Mothers who once feared stray bullets now let their kids play outside, yet glance twice at every dark SUV rolling past. Shopkeepers enjoy quieter nights but keep one eye on the door, wondering if the next customer is really an undercover agent with a badge and a list.For undocumented workers and mixed-status families, the city’s new “safety” feels like a daily countdown. Routine commutes have become gauntlets of checkpoints, ID demands, and sudden detentions. Friends vanish after traffic stops. Church basements and back rooms turn into impromptu legal clinics and crisis centers. Washington now lives inside a trade-off written in plain sight: less visible street crime, more invisible fear. The question no order can answer is whether any city can be truly safe when so many live in hiding.