Saturday, November 7, 2015

Illegal Alien Bill of Rights - We May As Well Just Open Our Borders...

...and our bank accounts and our homes to all comers if the absolute balderdash proposed by UnitedWeStay comes to pass. Just what are they proposing? They proffer a bill of rights for illegal aliens that seemingly in essence says since they are here they deserve all they can suck of the life blood of America. In other words, as I see it, now that they have broken the laws to enter our country we should bend over backwards to accommodate and reward them as they take all they can swindle from U.S. citizens and legal resident aliens. More here.
Allow me to point out that within the preamble to their so called bill of rights, they evidently admit that they have no clue what type of government we have here in the United States when they say: "We are here on American soil working for a stronger economy while reinvigorating the nation’s commitment toward democracy...". The fact is that our government is not a democracy, it is a Constitutional Republic and therein is revealed another error they made since they go on to say: "...and we should be afforded the same due process and equal protection guaranteed to all by the U.S. Constitution." The truth is that they have been afforded those same protections all along and in fact often have been given additional rights that citizens could never claim (such a the right to seek political asylum and all of the additional rights given in human trafficking cases) but that should never mean they can blatantly disregard the law and violate it by entering and remaining in this country illegally.
These illegal aliens, who are invading and overrunning our nation, go on to say they are the embodiment of the American dream and at that point I just about vomited on my laptop as I read their vile revolting diatribe. I know some little bit about the American dream and it is not the nightmare that illegal aliens are bringing to America. When I was in my teens and twenties, my great-grandmother would tell me about the hardships and persecution she faced in her homeland that forced her to seek a better life in America. She would always include telling me about the additional trials and tribulations that she faced when she legally immigrated to this country and as she strived to become successful here not so much for her sake but for that of her children and that of her new homeland. In other words, she told me about her living the American dream. In essence what she told me was that she came here seeking a better life but was faced by not bumps in the road but by major hurdles including prejudices, language barriers, cultural differences, competition from other immigrants and citizens and so forth that made it impossible to find employment at anything other than the lowest levels.
She took a job as a house servant in the home of a well to do immigrant, whom my great-grandmother only referred to as Mrs. Whistler. The first thing her employer told her, after welcoming her, was in the Gottshee dialect of German, my great-grandmother's native tongue. She told my great-grandmother that from that moment forward, the only language she was permitted to speak in that household was the English language. It was the last time anyone in of that household spoke to my great-grandmother in German (except for other employees who helped her learn English and that had to done very secretively or they faced beatings and possible termination of employment). She earned about a dollar a day while slaving away doing every backbreaking and menial chore you can think of as a house servant. She swept sidewalks, cleaned fireplaces, did cooking, scrubbed floors, beat rugs clean, did the wash (on the same glass wood framed washboard she used when she told me her story), made beds, cleaned toilets and worked many more than 8 hours a day for 6 days a week. She learned English quickly when doing so, that was another demand on her by Mrs. Whistler (no this was not the same Whistler as Whistler's Mother of portrait fame as this was in the early 1900s and possibly the last couple of years of the 1800s). that she learn English without delay.
My great-grandmother worked for Mrs. Whistler for many years and moved up in the ranks of the servants and in the esteem and affections of Mrs. Whistler. When Mrs. Whistler passed, she left a substantial inheritance to my great-grandmother, enough to help my great-grandparents become successful property owners. They went on to own a few small apartment buildings, first in Brownsville (a section of Brooklyn, NY) and then in Glendale (part of Queens, NY). That was not because my great-grandmother had moved into the Whistler household and demanded rights or demanded liberties that she had not earned but because she came to America legally, seeking the American dream, and was willing to learn the language of the land, adopt the customs of her new home (while not giving up those of her homeland and integrating them into new American life) and was willing to do backbreaking work in order to achieve that dream so that the children she bore would have a better life than she. She broke down and cried when she told me these stories. Yet, she smiled through the tears when she told me how, after years of hard work at becoming American, she passed the naturalization test (including the English language requirement) and was naturalized as a United States Citizen; oh how I wish I had her naturalization certificate to frame and display in a place of honor.
That my friends is the real American dream - doing it the American way while becoming an American. You do not become an American by climbing over a fence or wading a river or overstaying a visa or by remaining diverse once you arrive in our land. From what I have seen today, the truth seems to be that the illegal aliens who are invading our nation today want to bring their customs, languages, ethics and such along with them and not adopt the ways of their new home, the United States Of America. They want to change our country to suit them and they want to remain diverse and that can only lead to a nation divided.  Many, if not most of them, wish to get all they can get and then return to their original homelands as well-to-do citizens of those other nations. That is not and never has been the American dream. The American dream is what my great-grandmother, and the legally immigrated ancestors of ever so many Americans, suffered and struggled to achieve by becoming, in every way, Americans; that as opposed to becoming hyphenated Americans. As Theodore Rooselvelt said: "There is no such thing as a hyphenated American who is a good American. The only man who is a good American is the man who is an American and nothing else." Thus, I am not, and do not consider myself, a Gottschee-American nor a German-American nor an Irish American nor a Mexican-American (does that part of my ancestry surprise you, it did me when I heard, several years back from one of my cousins, that a great or great-great-grandmother on my father's side was Mexican). Nor on the broader spectrum am I a European-American nor a Caucasian-American. I am an American - I am the dream my great-grandmother dreamed 
So what should we do with illegal aliens who are now demanding that we give them rights over and above those of law abiding citizens and legal resident aliens? Damn these usurpers of the America dream; deport each and every one of them. Welcome and encourage only those who would come here legally, who would abide by our laws under our current constitution and who would work hard to become Americans to the benefit of our nation while achieving the American dream as a legacy for the betterment of their children and the generations of their family yet to come. That is the American dream and they who live it are Americans.

All the best,
Glenn B