I get a kick out of my GPS gal
referring to Missouri as misery, which is quite inaccurate for this fine
Lots of country chatter around here
about border security, Trump's wall, and immigration in general, so I thought I
would weigh in seeing how I am an immigrant, actually a refugee, which is like
an immigrant but faster on his feet.
My friends know I've done well
financially, partaking of this fine country's life, liberty, and the pursuit of
happiness. I'm not embarrassed to declare my patriotism for a nation that took
us in with nothing but the clothes on our backs, and I plan to leave behind a
legacy of giving back.
Among my refugee & immigrant
friends, such prosperity and feelings of gratitude are common. How this came
about is perhaps best explained by the spoon incident at Camp Kilmer, an army
base in New Jersey whose barracks formed our refugee camp.
We lined up in the chow hall with
our steel trays, the tubs of food bubbling in front of us, but the line just
stood there. I knew not one word of English, but the rest of the gang somehow
conveyed that we were waiting for the servers.
I'm sure one of the crusty
sergeants wondered if we thought ourselves royalty, but that wasn't the
problem. The problem was that the spoons were turned toward us. As one of us
who knew a few words of English explained to the sergeant, someone would surely
take more than his share.
The word eventually passed along
the line that the spoons were turned toward us because we could take as much as
"Preposterous," came the collective
response. "There must be some mistake." The line didn't move.
A soldier finally grabbed the wrist
of the fellow at the head of the line, laid his hand on the spoon, and motioned
for him to get to work. He shot a sheepish look over his shoulder for guidance,
but we were of no help. His hunger broke the stalemate and he loaded his plate.
When my turn came, the unguarded spoon was still turned toward me.
A collective murmur flowed through
the line, "What kind of country have we lucked into?"
That was the moment that we all
decided to work harder than ever before, to become valuable human beings, and
to earn the right to call this our home.
So how has my immigration left me
feeling about today's immigration problem? As much as I still feel immigrants
bring more than they take, I don't like illegal aliens cutting in
And no, I'm not about to call them
the politically correct undocumented workers. That obscures the problem. They
are not workers with a paperwork problem. They have broken our laws, and if I
have learned anything being an immigrant, it's the integrity of a nation
governed by laws.
As much as I still feel Trump is a
self-absorbed Neanderthal, I find myself agreeing more with his immigration
policy, actually all we have are slogans, than Hillary's ideas to start by
giving everyone a path to citizenship. If your boat has a leak, first you plug
the leak, then you bail. With the borders secure, I'm sure America would show
compassion for the illegals whose only criminal intent had been
If Trump could get over his
belligerent nature, he would see an opportunity to cooperate with the Mexicans,
not just to stop illegal aliens, but also the flow of drugs and guns causing
such turmoil south of the border.
With our capabilities in sensors,
drones, autonomous patrol vehicles, and so much technical imagination, we could
foster an industry making America the leader in border security. So many places
around the world would become more peaceful as customers of such an industry,
starting with the Middle East.