A Star Is Broken (and Then Reborn)
HOLLYWOOD—“Sweet Dreams,” John Bucchino’s poignant song about an abused woman and a kept man who strike up an unlikely friendship at a bus station, is a rueful meditation on the broken hopes that bring people to Los Angeles, and it ends on a note of deliberate irresolution: “There is a sidewalk in California, where they put the stars right at your feet, and people delight in stepping on them.”
In the case of Donald Trump’s star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, some people delight in smashing it to, unsheathing a pickax from a guitar case at about 3:30 a.m. and leaving little but rubble where the monument to the host of had been just moments before. It was the since 2016 that Trump’s star had been effectively destroyed, and the umpteenth that it had been spat upon, defaced with graffiti, spray-painted with a swastika, or decorated with dog feces.
