Good Morning Immigrants.
I don’t write about partisan politics in this blog, but every now and then I will write about an issue, if it seems important to me. This is ONLY MY OPINION. If yours is different, that’s OK by me. This is, after all , the United States of America. Remember, I am a humorist not a sociologist. I have no answers - only ideas.
A local comedian, a pretty funny guy, had made a post on FB - tongue in cheek I presume - it went like this...
"A while back I was thinking about immigration reform and I thought it could get interesting if getting into America was a test. If on the border in Arizona, we build a comprehensive obstacle course in the spirit of American Gladiators, Wipe-out. Once a year, everyone gets a chance to run the gauntlet! Make it through and you're automatically granted full citizenship.”
I hate to say it , but there is already a contest that close to 500 Mexican’s lose their lives each year trying to win. It’s called - the Desert - the Rio Grande - The US border patrol - it’s called Vigilante Groups. There already is a contest, and no one is winning.
Why do we waste all these resources to keep people from doing jobs that most white people don’t want to do? Why don’t we just open up another Ellis Island type situation in Tijuana - Juarez - Brownsville - all the border towns. Let those that want to work come in, let them in on the world’s dream - the American dream, the dream of a better life. Let them become citizens - let them be ‘mericans. This is not exclusively my opinion, a lot of people feel this way. And after all, everyone living in this hemisphere is an immigrant anyway; we all came here from somewhere else, by one means or another. Most were forced, white and black, in one way or another.
And ironically, a lot of the white folk - the ones who came last - now claim it is all theirs and don’t want anyone else in. We want to keep any newcomers out we don’t like, drink all the liquor that’s left and make anyone that isn’t our friend go home. WE are the ultimate party crashers.
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
That’s the inscription, originally at the base of “Lady Liberty”. There is no mention of a test. I read somewhere that it is now on the inside the statue protected from the elements. When we put the plaque inside to preserve it, did it become no longer applicable? Or did we originaly only put it up for appearances, hoping no one would notice that when we decide there’s no longer room at the inn we are taking it all back. The rest of you can go sleep and have your babies in the barn.
If we really meant what we said and genuinely wanted to help the lost, tired and poor in the world then we would keep on doing it, but we don’t. Instead of a lighted touch - the huddled masses are met with an expensive, inefficient fence, vigilantes with shotguns, border patrol agents, or miles of unforgiving terrain. Like I said, there already is a test, a test that if you pass you get your chance at the american dream, if you fail you at best get sent back to try again or at worst - you die.
There could be another solution to this “problem.”
If there wasn’t a reason for people to come to the US, such as to better themselves, to escape persecution, to live the “American Dream” then they wouldn’t. They would go to Europe - China - Australia, or some other industrial giant were they might have a chance of making a living. If we were to take away that chance for a better life - a better life for us and our children and newcomers and their children. If we were to take that away then no one would want to leave the frying pan they are in to jump into the fire that this country would become.
That’s not the solution I would prefer.
That reminds me...
Years ago the people that lived next door were having a new roof put on their house; the crew they had hired were a company south of Jacksonville who looked professional and acted professional. Professional until they - shooting the breeze with me, the nosy next door neighbor - started complaining about how all the not-so-migrant-anymore Mexican farm workers had taken over down where they are from. “Hell, they live without screens on their windows and their kids run around naked without diapers on - taint right,”
I didn’t want to hear this kind of talk, as far as he knows I could be Mexican or my wife could be, so I politely excused myself and went back to my own business. The roof they were working on was old, high pitched, and built to last, and after an hour in the July sun our workers were done. An hour of bellyaching and complaining about this and that and everything else, an hour in the Florida Sun, and they were done. “Ma’am we’re gonna have to stop for the day - too hot - but we’ll have our "specialty crew" out tomorrow to finish.” I heard him tell our neighbor as our crew rode off in their air-conditioned, brand new, silverado Pick-Up.
The next morning I awoke at dawn to the sound of Spanish being quietly spoken as the “specialty crew” prepared themselves for a honest day’s work. By 10am the quiet commands had turned into rambunctious work songs. Not only were these guys putting on a new roof they were having fun! The roof was finished by sunset and the men went home smiling. They acted a lot like the way we were taught to act - whistle while you work. A boy scout is the perfect icon for the American Dream. A Scout is Trustworthy - Loyal - Helpful - Friendly - Courteous - Kind - Obedient- CHEERFUL - Thrifty - Brave - Clean and Reverent. The emphasis on CHEERFUL is mine. A scout does not moan and groan about their problems or duties - they especially don’t complain about their neighbors, just because they are different. That violates almost all of the 12 points of the Scout Law.
Don’t get me wrong... I realize there are hard workers and there are slackers on both sides of the fence, the key words are - hard Workers. It’s only logical that if a certain group works harder and longer than another that the harder working group (given a level playing field) will be more successful. Maybe that’s what some are afraid of. I don’t know. That’s my point, maybe there is no solution. People can be mean, no matter were you go, and what you have to cross to get there.
If this is the land of opportunity, then by definition there must be enough for everyone, if not then we need to quit calling it that. Please be tolerant of those different than you. No one wants to steal your job. They only want the same chance you had to live their version of the “American Dream” They only want to enjoy Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. And if they work hard - prepare themselves and do a good turn daily (be a good citizen) - they just might succeed in achieving that - in spite of their color and what they use as a window treatment.
Let Lady Liberty’s light of freedom shine brightly - forever - for EVERYBODY.
I live in the land of parkinson’s - a land of pain and inability. I can’t leave. But, if there was a test to take to see if I should be allowed to live like everyone else, I would be the first in line to take it.
Just Thinkin’ Out Loud...
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\