I know that I have more than likely withheld taxes for people who had come by the proper credentials in an uncredentialled manner thus contributing to our governments great abuse against people who were unfortunate enough to be born in another country but desperate and clever enough to cross our border in a nefarious manner. They often exhibited to me a tremendous work ethic, a love for their family, and a sense of humor that allowed them to ride the green bus back home where they could live like kings with what we would consider, if not paltry at least fairly short rewards. And when those rewards run thin they return to the land of plenty to occupy the position of undesirable for the meager dollars to send home to a peso society.
The day of the amenable and agreeable foreign itinerant worker is fast morphing into something altogether different. First by the decline of the demand for farm labor here, the growth of untenable conditions at their homeland, and the increasing appetite of our more affluent society for illicit behaviour, especially drugs resourced heavily in criminally controlled areas of the people crossing our borders illegally both in flight from terror and mortal danger as well as others not so desperate but rather in search of the connections and market for their illicit goods, both human and chemical.
So the mix is being overwhelmed by a pernicious population that might actually be a minority of the people illegally crossing our border. This growing, at least perspectively if not actual, group of thugs, ne'er do wells and hangers on are of such an unsavory attitude that their affect on our sensibilities far outweighs the effect of the mass of that population which has crossed our borders illegally(?) for decades yay even centuries dating to before the establishment of formal political boundaries.
This quandary is what we are dealing with today in the headlines. There are those who simply had very little choice other than to:
"Grab up the babies and tell the old ladies and everyone goes, 'cause everyone knows about' Brother Love's show."
This, despite a tradition of love and survival and past accomplishment and family in the old home place. This, because the new tyranny of some new larger than life crook, or some inordinately mean and cruel, even deadly politician, or perhaps even the sudden intrusion of a violent Mother Nature changed heartland to nightmare land, and so they came to the "Promised Land."
Now we also have the other side of this coin which crosses our border, and does so largely in response to that illicit appetite, ours for escape, theirs for the abundance proffered for the satisfaction of our appetite. These are people with one thing in mind. There is little thought of hearth and home, nor good and equitable relations, and defiantly no desire to adapt to a new lifestyle built on common good and respect and lawful intention. Rather they mark themselves as killers and brag of their mortal abilities, demonstrating the intent bred into them to expect entitlement and tribute from as many as they can by overbearance and intimidation subject to their will, their whim, their tyranny.
So this is the question,
How do we as America, how do we as blessed, creative, industrious people, how do we as a compassionate society stem the tide of hoodlums and roguishness, but continue to attract to our borders the true refugee, the pure heart, the Americans from all over the world who have come, are coming, and will come tomorrow to adhere to Constitutional order, with industrial spirit, and respect for others.
We must respect the lessons of the past, accept the realities of today, and expect better of our future, both immediate and personal as well as social and cultural.
So, in conclusion, I draw this object lesson for you from my father's experience as a hybrid grain sorghum seed developer:
To develop a new variety, one must first observe the evidence of what has gone from before to today, develop the hypothesis of an improvement, and with good selection, trained vigorous effort, essential timing, and intensive sure correction, rid the new population of the undesirable scragglers. But the grower will tell you, there are always independent oddities which will fall to the harvester just like the purposed heads of grain. Perfection is not an attainment, but a process of amalgamation.
We are the United States of America, land of freedom, home of courage, and constitutionally protected individuality.
