(March 30, 2011 at 7:25 am)tackattack Wrote: I mean as humans, why do we have the need to spead out into a new cultral territory and make that territory more like where we came from?
Do you mean Hispanic parts of town or China town in some cities? I don't believe Hispanics are trying to change anything about America. They are trying to find ways to care for their families and leave countries that clearly care little for their own people. I have spoken with currently illegal immigrants (some of which are currently going through the naturalization process, which is a nightmare in its own right) and people who are now citizens who came here illegally years ago to try to get a better job and send back money to the family. It's not about them trying to change the culture. It's about opportunity, and I'm sure for some fathers or sons in Mexico or elsewhere, there is no question about whether to come or not. It's either attempt to come and risk losing your life or continue to try to raise a family in poverty. Many choose the first option because conditions are that abysmal. It's a very short sighted view to suggest that the main reason they are coming here is to change our culture. They have a culture (a rich one) just like Southern Americans have a certain culture. I would want to bring part of that culture with me if I were moving elsewhere, but that's really only a secondary consequence.
(March 30, 2011 at 7:25 am)tackattack Wrote: Is opportunity worth sacrificing a little personal pride and public heritage (not private)? Is there a cost/ sacrifice for moving to the US? Should there be?
There's the cost of possibly losing your life and never getting to see your family again. Many of these people are desperate. If they weren't, do you really think they would risk getting shot or starving in the desert for an opportunity to pick strawberries 15 hours per day? They are desperate, not stupid and certainly not lazy.
(March 30, 2011 at 7:25 am)tackattack Wrote: 2) What's the big deal about border enforcement? If someone breaks into your house with the intent to make it their own, and you had a gun, wouldn't you shoot them? In my opinion do it all the way or not at all, stop half assing everything. Opinions?
Number one: the 1,000-mile fence is ridiculous. Number two: a private person's house is not the same as a nation that operates under certain ethical modes of conduct by which to enforce laws. And like someone else said, I hope you're not advocating gunning down every person that illegally crosses a line in the desert. If so, we might as well roll back the country to the frontier days. My solution to all this would be to naturalize those who are here and contributing to the economy through employment, deport any illegal immigrants who may be eating up resources in jail (since they clearly don't have jobs) and make the path to citizenship more straightforward and less bureaucratic (the current process takes years, which is also absurd) and enact legislation that would continue to make all kids born in this country legal citizens. And no child should be denied K-12 public education because of immigration status, hands down.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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