Think of New York City. If you live outside the tri-state area, you prolly think of the iconic skyline, great lady liberty over… I can’t even romanticize the Hudson, alright? Run with your mental image.
However, that pretty green lady with an iconic history carries a wonderful little ditty on her base.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “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!“
So, ignore the first half cause I’m too lazy to explain it, but lets get to the problem.
Your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free in a ten year immigration line, am I right?
On the radio this week a hot issue has been the fact that Japan has slipped into a very bad recession, and one of the major factors in this is that they have such harsh immigration rules that make immigrating near or completely impossible.
But, the second our President tries to help the millions of folks we rely on to do the shit nobody else wants to do, holy poop, bear those arms. We are a society built on immigrants. We are a country built on immigrants. From the Irish and Chinese that criss-crossed our land in railroad tracks, to the Mexican that pick our crops, we’re a country of people who came here – ‘homeless, tempest-tost’ folks, looking for a better life.
And my god, I’m going stir crazy waiting 6-9 months for my husband to get here. Can you imagine being on a ten year plus line? Can you imagine, the only life you know, being shattered because your parents, yearning to breathe free, crossed a desert and picked fruit for sub minimum wage so you didn’t grow up in a country ran by drug dealers and your options in life were prostitution or gang membership, got kicked back ‘home’?
I can’t even believe this is an issue. NONE OF US EXCEPT A VERY, VERY FEW, ARE NATIVE HERE. No matter how you slice it! People have, throughout the entire history of America, risked their very lives to get here. People have packed their eldest sons with their life savings and sent them on a journey, boats across angry seas, one canteen across sun-scorched earth, for a place that lines their streets in gold so they don’t grow up in squalor. And, eventually, they can send for their families, and life will be good, right?
Get your shit together, America. You are literally on the path of cutting off your nose to spite your face. Give millions of people the reassurance that those words, penned in 1883, still hold true, or you might as well rip the damn thing off.
Entire communities (Little Italys, Chinatowns, my hometown Polerico, a strange bastard community of Polish and Spanish) held onto their home-country values and languages and some learned broken and terrible English to leave those communities, and some still live in them and never find the need to. The transitional phase is hard, where it’s difficult to communicate and frustrating where cultures clash, but the next generation will be more accepting since they find their parent’s arrogance cruel, and then we grow as a country to include those values and cultures. Where families are united, hauled away from bad situations, from hunger and violence…
I know we’re not a society without problem cause I could go on for days about how much it sucks around here, but I can’t wrap my head around the fact that we’re openly… I CANT WRAP MY HEAD AROUND THE FACT A BUNCH OF WHITE OLD SHITHEADS continue to make the process of immigrating to our country so difficult. People are literally risking their lives for this chance. Take it as an ego boost and help them out already.
If my legal route to bring my husband here was ten years long, I would have stuffed him in my car’s trunk and figured the rest out later too.
I can’t say this is problem one of a laundry list of problems the country needs to get its shit behind, but for a start, this sure should be a top 10 one. I have met parents, whose English is near zero, near tears when they thank me, in broken, thankful words, for helping their children learn English because they believe it’s a better life for them. That’s wrong? I should be clamoring to send that guy back to his home country and leave his kids here alone? (Or worse, cart them back with him.)
We’re really missing the point that no matter how shitty we’re getting, PEOPLE STILL THINK WE’RE THE GOLDEN DOOR OF PLACES TO BE. Our President put down an start. Come forward, pay your share, and give us a chance. The ultra-violent and criminal go home.
And anyone who thinks otherwise can trace their lineage and go back to their ‘home’ countries to have the massive stick medically extracted from their ass, way cheaper than they could in the American healthcare system. Those places can toss in a free lobotomy, with love.