All the parts of America that were so wholesome and all-American are over.
Everyone in America will now adapt to barricaded doors and the ending of those wonderful community events, safe public spaces and evening walks, and will learn to live indoors behind burglar bars and security cameras, with no community, just comfortable housing units the workers live in between shifts.
Your description of tomorrow’s America is not wrong. I suppose we’ll devolve into something like a failed country during the Middle Ages.
Many different regions, each with their own agendas. Each person responsible for their own safety as public order has broken down. And above it all a tyrannical yet ineffective king.
The king in our case being the Deep State.
My parents purchased a home in Chula Vista in 1963. It was a new, small community. Lots of Navy families. Very safe. By 2001, every house on the street had burglar bars. Drug deals were routinely happening at the foot of my elderly parent's driveway. The pink cinderblock retaining wall around the front of the property was the target of hispanic gang tagging almost nightly. The Chula Vista police department would do absolutely nothing about the taggers, but they and the city council were very militant about threatening my elderly parents with fines for not cleaning up the graffiti. When my mom sold the house in Sept 2005, it was a relief to be rid of the property. In spite of the nasty change to the neighborhood, it sold for $512,000. Mom and dad purchased it in 1963 for $19,000. Mom relocated to Rancho San Diego. Her replacement home was 1/2 mile from my sister's home.
The house I purchased in August 1983 in Mira Mesa was on the western edge. It was all undeveloped canyon going west. By the time I sold in Feb 2001, the area was developed completed to the I-805 boundary. Street racing on Mira Mesa Blvd was a nightly event. Mira Mesa Blvd was a bumper to bumper parking lot from 6 AM to 9 PM daily. Hispanic graffiti was showing up on the walls. Drug dealing was occurring just down the street from the new junior high school. Late nights were punctuated with gunshots...sometimes full-auto with a familiar AK-47 cadence. It was time to leave. We relocated to Pocatello, ID in Dec 2000. 23 years later, we are watching apartments cover all of the farm fields that surrounded our current home. I'm expecting crime to rise significantly as those apartments get rented out.