Oakenwood

Tawny's voice slices through Mural Room haze, nominating Oakenwood for oblivion to fuel national park security's desperate needs. This federal program emerges as pragmatic prey in White House ledger wars, where Toby's arts evangelism meets conservative blade—its funding dangles as ideological bargaining chip, crystallizing rifts between cultural sanctity and fiscal triage amid NEA purge echoes.