The more important part:

Just before entering the Oval Office, Trump was captured in a hot-mic moment mentioned to Bukele how “home growns” should be next. He said: “The home growns. You gotta build about five more places. It’s not big enough.”

Homegrowns, as in dissidents. As in protestors. As in anyone with the audacity to call America what it is. And the room, apparently, didn’t flinch. No gasps, no silence. Just a few smirks and nods, maybe someone jotting it down like a policy idea instead of what it is: an open fantasy of authoritarian expansion. The kind you laugh at in the moment and implement in pieces, bureaucratically, later. Bukele shook hands. Trump grinned. Everything he says is a kind of joke. A cruel joke that becomes the reality.

Isn’t the idea of museums that you can learn about other cultures without going there?