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So where do we begin here . . . I've been reading a lot about immigration and the unAmerican separation of families recently, putting children in "cages" and horrific stories that make it seem as though we're heading for concentration camp type stuff.
I guess before I get too deep in here, for any ignorant bigots out there ready to spout off because of my Hispanic name, "if you don't like it, go back to where you came from," or some other racist garbage, here's some facts.
My mother is Caucasian. Her mother, my grandmother was a blonde haired blue eyed Irish woman. Her father, my grandfather, was a tall German World War II vet. My father is Puerto Rican born and raised in Arecibo, Puerto Rico, which I've learned a year ago and can't wait to explore more with my ancestry DNA has rich ties to Taino history.
And awesomely enough, my father carried on some of the Taino traditions probably not even realizing it. My father was in and out of my life till he went back to Puerto Rico when I was two months shy of my 12th birthday, and when he was a part of my life, including when my parents were together till I was age 4, he didn't want me to learn Spanish. My mother has told me this was because it was so hard for him to learn English when he came here at age 19 that he didn't want my brother and I to struggle, so he wanted us to know English only.
But after my mother, my father ended up having children with two Mexican women, one that he married, the last one of course. The first woman gave birth to my little sister who I have yet to meet, but we connected on social media about eight years ago. And then I have other siblings that live in Puerto Rico with my father. But the first sister who found me on social media, this teeny tiny Mexican Puerto Rican young woman was in the military, and it was her Mexican American MILITARY brother who found me on social media.
We don't speak much, because we weren't raised together and we're just different people. But I have so much respect for this little 5 foot sergeant in the U.S. military with over 10 years in, and her big brother with over 20 years in the military I believe. And both having been deployed overseas several times unlike the president in office who has never served in the military leading the "land of the free" with extreme dictator and tyrant qualities. In fact I hear he's a draft dodger.
So I've been seeing stories of small children, and older children, and young adults, and adults having their families ripped apart. Sad stories like the 27-year-old who stopped eating and speaking, and then died a week later in a hospital. And the 12-year-old separated from his mother who he says all she ever did was "work." And an infant separated from its mother after the mother crossed the border hoping to be free with her baby, and so many more sad stories. When I hear these stories, I feel like I can't believe it's happening HERE in the land of the free.
Most of these people come here for a better life, and many take the jobs that most Americans don't want. Growing up I remember this country was portrayed as a mixing pot, land of immigrants, land of the free, where people from other countries came to find freedom, to escape violence, and tryanny, to get an education, and a place where people could make dreams come true. Now it seems that this is all smoke and mirrors, and that freedom only applies to certain individuals.
The truth is we're all immigrants. The only true "natives" in this country are the Native Americans - brown skinned brown eyed people. People who most of whom were slaughtered, and their land stolen from the "pale face." I mean, come on here. I've always prided myself on being a patriot, one of the few people at the 4th of July prades clapping and cheering for every Veteran, every fire truck, etc. that walked passed me and my children.
But the reality is this country is becoming land of surveillance, land of let's discreetly poison the inhabitants with chemicals in the sky, vaccines, water, and food, land of fake manmade weather, and land of freedom only applies to whoever the elect so deems fit. As someone who studied just how many gangs there are in this country, and what a problem it is, I still can't understand or fathom the deep hatred and disdain for Mexicans in particular.
I don't know. I just don't understand how a country built on immigrants after stealing the land from the true natives of this land should have the right to dictate who can and can't become a U.S. citizen. I feel like the same rules should apply to all with the focus of course on eliminating true violent threats against our country. But hardworking peaceful people who are here to give a better life to their children, something's wrong with this picture. No wonder most of the world hates us. We're full of s**t.