He taught English as a Second Language at a university in Cairo, Egypt before seizing the opportunity to immigrate to the U.S. five years ago. Through a church connection, we became good friends and Mina (not his real name) just received his teaching certificate after many hours of coursework mandated by our system.
With a wife and three children to support in a brand-new culture, it has been an enormous challenge involving working nights while substitute-teaching by day. In his “spare” time he took and passed six courses and two tests to achieve his certification.
And to think that if he had simply walked across our open southern border with children, he could have received free everything. Instead, Mina did it the hard way—he earned it, which brings us to today’s dialogue on the subject of immigration.
We are urged to show compassion for those who cross our border illegally because life has been “tough” for them. Is this history repeating itself?
Historical precedence can be seen in the Irish potato famine which began in 1846, resulting in more than a million people fleeing their country to avoid starvation. Many didn’t make it. They mainly relocated in New York, Boston and Chicago where “Help Wanted, Irish need not apply” signs appeared in store-front windows.
Imagine if such signs appeared today: “Hondurans need not apply” or “Hispanics need not apply.” ACLU heads would explode. But the Irish survived, and what an incentive to assimilate. It’s not as likely to happen now since the president has said that he will send them only to sanctuary cities which have expressed a desire to receive them. Assimilation seems unlikely now.
Democrat reaction against “dumping” (as they call it) is a revelation of their true motives which they most assuredly can not speak about in public. They are attempting to accumulate as many illegal votes from illegal immigrants as a source of political power and locating them in sanctuary locations, which are already Democrat strongholds, will not help them collect one more electoral vote. It’s a case of being impaled on the horns of your own petard.
And so I say to my friend, Mina: Congratulations…you earned it!