Another thing occured to me on my drive back from location. I love illegal aliens. "Mojados" is what my mexican american friends used to call each other. "Pinche Mojados", actually. It's a term not to be used in mixed company. Like you and anyone else. It is an N word. It ain't a Mojito.
See, I grew up on the border. I had friends whose families were illegal. These folks came here because they wanted to, not because they won the birth lottery. They truly recognized and appreciated the opportunities available in this country... those opportunities that those born here often take for granted.
The folks I know, they work hard, they take crappy jobs, and they do it to support their families. That is the story of America. It's carved on The Statue of Liberty. Our country was made great by those that came here because they had no hope or opportunity from whence they came. They were people that wanted an opportunity at a better life through work and industry, not navel gazers.
Hope is here... the hope for a better life for themselves and their children. A life that doesn't depend on the fact that you were not to the manor borne. Those that came before didn't do it in one generation, either. Each generation built upon the previous. We freely accepted these folks for more than a hundred years. Then we didn't. Too many. Too many to take care of in the new Nanny State post WWII. They came anyway. It's a law of physics. Equilibrium.
We set up a bunch of laws in the mid 1980's to address this. Of course, we didn't enforce them. We couldn't. Illegal workers are to important to the economy. I hear about how much the 'illegal immigrant' population takes away from us. How much they take in welfare and taxes. I guess I never saw that side. The real rascals were the small portion that became the 2nd generation gang bangers, not the fresh guys looking for a job. The Americans were the scum bags. Not the illegal aliens.
In my parents generation, there truly was a racial gap. They went to the same schools, they were friendly but not friends. They sure as hell didn't date each other. In my generation, many of those high school acquaintances of my parents had become business owners. Dentists. Bankers. They lived in our neighborhoods. They were now our parents friends, because the strain of an arbitrary racial divide was to tough to maintain with the guy who delivered your children, who filled your cavities, who was your stockbroker, who had the same hopes, fears and beliefs that you did. Our generation dated and then married their children. We were, in fact, a community. A community in the best sense of the word.
Today, it is changing. The next wave of 2nd generation are becoming lawyers instead of business owners. The path to success is taking it to the Man rather than becoming the Man. A real decline. Not the makings of a community. Challenges to our beliefs and a validation of our fears. People want to take what is ours.
We want and need illegal labor because it is cheap and Americans don't want to do it for $5 bucks an hour. Regardless of how many multimillionaire talk show hosts say otherwise, they are wrong, and I am right. Our country was built on cheap labor, and nearly failed in the 1970's because our bloated labor force couldn't compete on the world stage.
Our choice is to be xenophobic- close off our borders and seal off trade to the rest of the world so our high priced labor can compete in a closed, America Only marketplace, and face an inflation that will make Brazil look like Switzerland. This is a fast track to socialism. Closed systems become highly regulated systems, because governments interfere when there is scarcity... As if they knew how to solve it.
Our other choice, making everything wide open. People find careers that are not exportable. People enjoy cheap goods and labor. We have more things we can buy with less money, rather than less things we can buy with more money. The Security Threat to our Open Borders? Don't talk to me about it. Security in our country is a charade. Think what we do at airports is security? Patting down grannies? What a joke. We cannot absolutely secure our borders because we are a free country. We are unable to check even 1% of the incoming goods into this country. We maintain what we do because it is better than nothing. Twice as effective is nothing at all. Twice better than nothing. Impossible. We are either free or we are not. It is that simple. I choose freedom. Stopping dirty bombs doesn't require an army of under-educated new Federal workforce. It requires simple technology and a few people.
We experiment, we create, we are Americans. Welcome, illegal aliens. Welcome, hermano. Work long and hard, and your children can become one of us. We need you EXACTLY because you are illegal. You will work for less than our Mandarins dictate an American human being is worth, regardless of what the marketplace determines is their real worth. We don't need you legal for a long, long time. We have plenty of legal workforce. Your kids can take care of you. Just train them to be business people. People that create jobs for others. Don't let 'em go to law school.