Take Me Somewhere Else
I just watched President Obama introducing his temporary solution to the American problem of immigration. And while I’m not an immigrant, nor is anyone in my family that I’m aware of (I have my eye on a certain cousin who doesn’t speak English) I watched with interest on not how the President is going to move the legality of foreigners into our fold, but how he was willing to work with those who scrap everything he says or does.
For the record, I am an American. I was born here, raised here and have been working here and paying American taxes for as long as I can remember. When a politician says, “Americans don’t support immigration,” they don’t speak for me. When they say the polls will show President Obama’s popularity numbers will go down over this mess…no one asked me to be a part of the poll. So I have to make it clear here on my American blog.
Why are the politicians making the immigration problem a Latin-American immigration problem? Yes, I know Mexico is to most of everyone’s south (Mexico is actually to my west) and it’s easier to just walk across the border into Texas, Arizona and California. But immigrants aren’t limited to those who celebrate Los Dias de Los Muertos. Anyone who wasn’t born in the United States of America is considered an immigrant. And those people actually fly into our airports, or come by boats because they can’t run on water (The Atlantic and Pacific Oceans are water, in case you needed some clarification there). Adding guns to the border is a ridiculous waste of money to me because not all immigrants are coming from Mexico. But the mindset of most who watch Faux Noise automatically think “Mexican” when they hear the word “immigrant”. In fact, the percentage of illegal immigration from Mexico has gone down almost double digits since 2007.
My job is in Florida. Further, my job involves housing in Central Florida. I might have had my fair share of illegal immigrants in my presence for months, maybe even years. One apartment, in particular, were five guys from Nicaragua. They all woke up at 5am in the morning to go pick oranges in the surrounding area, and they didn’t come home until the sun was hours below the horizon. They paid their rent on time, they caused no problems, their apartment was immaculately clean. Their shoes were lined up on the staircase, their toothbrushes were lined up on the bathroom counter downstairs. All of their food (which consisted mostly of grains and beans) were tightly packed in containers. They spoke NO English. I had to find another tenant who spoke Spanish to translate for me. And then…one day…they were gone. They had lived here peacefully for around two years.
I also know Americans, born here and raised here, who have been in jail, have outstanding fines for driving while their license is suspended, can’t survive the day without their chosen drug or can of alcohol, beat their women or their children (all from different women), and are just general nuisances to everyone they’re associated with. I’ve had Americans steal from me (just recently my credit cards were removed from my wallet without my knowledge). I know Americans who don’t think twice before they shoot a gun at another human being. Yet they can remain here in the United States. No problem. In my opinion, I think anyone who has had to serve jail time, and has fulfilled their sentence, gets to walk out of jail to taste freedom – in another country. I don’t care where they go, they just can’t stay here. In a perfect world, we’d get to trade an ex-convict for a law-abiding immigrant.
Now ask me who I would rather live among. The immigrants who worked and lived among me with civility, or the Americans who shit all over everyone and everything around them? My answer would always be the immigrant.