This weeks post comes from guest blogger, Nicole Rosales…
From the time I was in kindergarten I have been told stories of how America was the sanctuary of the world and that we welcomed many throughout history to immigrate to our bright lights for decent jobs, religious freedom and a better life in general. Throughout history, we have had many different ethnic groups immigrating through Ellis Island. We as Americans had to devise a system to process and allow people to enter our borders. This process was archaic; done without the aid of technology, just handwritten names in ledgers and very little medical inspections.
In recent weeks we have received thousands of undocumented immigrant children who seek help, no matter which way you look at it, refuge and the hope of a safer life just as hundreds of thousands before them. What makes them so different than the poor, sick, unskilled and desperate that clamored into our harbors before? If anything, we should pity them more because they are children with no choice in life but to go where they are sent, and have to make it to the United States without the guidance of a loving adult!
The fact that there are people opposed to the situation does not surprise me, it is the number of people opposed and the very horrible things being said and done all in the name of “keeping our borders safe”. Never did I believe hatred would be a policing presence in our border security. The land of the free and the home of the brave has become the land of you don’t belong here and the home of we are going to tell you what to do and not compromise in any way. This isn’t the first time this has been, however; in the industrial revolution, we were horrified by our own actions revealed in Upton Sinclair’s book, “The Jungle”. Immigrants where treated as less than human and seen as the meat that died and ran in our industrial plants and food systems. We promised ourselves never to be those people again, the people who oppressed another group just trying to make a life in our country. How have we kept that promise? We have told these people to go home and die, to be slaughtered by disease and war while we eat another burger. I think it’s time we live up to our promise.
We all came here at one time, and someone helped your ancestors to make a living, tried to keep their children from dying of plague or polio, and saw a life worth while saving. Let’s reach out and help these children have a bright future and save them. I ask you all to think, who will be in this world shaping it in the near future? Abused and neglected children who are dying and hate Americans for throwing them by the wayside, or children who will grow to be adults who live American values, protect this country and make it a safer place to be. Would you love someone who threw you back to die?
I leave you with the great word of the King of Pop, Michael Jackson “Heal the world, make it a better place, for you and for me and the entire human race’”