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-tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door! ~ Emma Lazarus
The current state of the immigration affair in our nation leaves one who is willing to take notice yearning a stiff dose of saccharine to dilute the bitterness.
Where we once heralded, “send them our way,” we now bid them sneak by our borders to be underpaid and over abused. I ask, “What became of those words adorned by Lady Liberty?”
There seems no tangible effort to right the wrong, only the faint illusion set forth that guise itself as “on their side,” but if you know one of these mistreated personally, you quickly learn there is nothing graspable in the promises being made by Washington.
While our nation’s leaders do what they do best (nothing), these desiring a better life for their families get tossed to and fro in a system that makes no sense to them or anyone else.
Want to hear a case I can vouch for? When stopped for driving a vehicle with an improper tag, yielding the knowledge of no driver’s license, one would naturally assume that someone is going to jail, and if discovered of an illegal status, would then be deported, right? But then, that would hardly be prosperous for local governments and their law enforcement, or even the labor force that works these men and women at sub par wages.
Instead, what I recently witnessed was, even though there was no proof of identity, an officer wrote a couple tickets to show in court, took the tag, and drove off leaving the immigrant (with little mastery of the English language) wondering what just happened. A few minutes later, he got behind the wheel of the now tag-less vehicle and drove away. What was once an illegal vehicle being driven by an illegal immigrant was now one and the same, save for missing a few ounces of aluminum.
The dog I have in this hunt isn’t one that shouts for lawlessness, but one that contends for realism. If life is precious, and it is, then we have to be realistic enough to understand that these people aren’t going away. They are here to stay, and we must find a way for those truly desiring to be functioning members of our nation to do so. The current process, like everything else our government designs is too complex and too costly.
When these people are mere faceless numbers reported on a news screen, no one cares, but when they become personal friends, it becomes possible to understand their confusion and even their pain.
If we’re not willing to join Emma in her plea, then I must wonder should she have considered times are apt to change; how a once compassionate nation could become preoccupied with selfish interests and greedily hardened hearts for the weary. Maybe her sonnet should receive revision…
Come under the fence you who’ll labor for less, we promise without waver great strains of duress.
Pay this fine, and then return to your work; Work! Harder! Labor some more! As long as you’re willing, we’ll show you no door.