California's population is becoming less and less white, "below the replacement level" according to one demographics expert.
Ay, por Dios!
What are we going to do?
I already order the Burrito Super de carne asada, con frijoles negros, por lunch at Pancho Villa's on 16th a couple of doors down from Valencia when I'm in the area. And sometimes a cold Dos Equis with a slice of lime stuck into the long-neck to wash it down.
A friend in Arizona is unhappy with all the Mexicans in his pueblo, as though he has a prior right, considering how long Spanish has been spoken around Phoenix. Well, he does, actually, legally, but he claims the moral high ground because although his Norwegian sailor father jumped ship in a U.S. port in the 1920s, and was sent home, the man reapplied properly, was admitted legally to the U.S., settled down, became a U.S. citizen, and raised a family. All have thus lived happily ever after, right?
Well, not quite right. There are all these Mexicans, you see, who have hopped the border and burrowed into "our" economy. My friend is a retired used-bond salesman who didn't exactly make his way cleaning up people's yards. Border jumping to him is wrong, so these people have little, if any, claim to his sympathies. Let them go back and apply properly, seems to be his attitude.
Like many Arizonans, he supports the new anti-Immigrant law, which I don't.
"You see, Thor," I think as I walk, "even though they've violated our border laws, we must still respect their humanity." We can't treat mothers and fathers and kids like throw-away tissues, good for one use only, then discard.
Those Mexicans, all fifteen million of them (the number varies according to whose speaking but the numbers I keep seeing are eleven or twelve million so I figure that if it isn't fifteen today, it will be tomorrow) are indistinguishable from me. If my parents couldn't feed me as a child where they were, I would expect them to lie, cheat, and steal, to cross into someplace where they could. My child would expect that from me.
Yes, this is terrible, it's illegal, but it's also good and damn near perfect.
You see, I went to the State Department web-site the other day and downloaded their Visa Bulletin.
Anyone interested in immigration matters needs to check this out because it tells you not only who may enter the U.S. under what regulations, but how many may enter. When I checked last week, the Mexico quota was oversubscribed back to 1992, eighteen years. This doesn't necessarily mean that if you file for your brother or sister today you only have to wait another eighteen years before you reach the head of the line. It only means that if you filed eighteen years ago, you are approaching the head of the line. For the Philippines the U.S. is processing applications filed seventeen years ago. Then there is India and China.
I grant that we, meaning the U.S., cannot afford to accept freely anyone who wants to enter, work, and live here because the financial opportunities are greater in their homeland. Our ability to accept newcomers depends on our ability to provide jobs, which brings us back to the Mexicans, by which I mean to include the OTMs, the Other Than Mexicans who cross our southern border without benefit of clergy, meaning without going through the inspection gates available for the legal visitors or immigrants and returning U.S. Citizens.
We've already lost, or should I say, won, that game. Any time you have fifteen million people entering, settling down, and working, you have won. But many Americans, likely most, can be expected to say we have lost because these people don't speak our language, don't obey our laws, use our facilities, commit crimes, etc. Yes, this is true. What a pity that these people pay taxes, have wages with-held, and don't collect because they fear deportation. My guess is that the pluses and minuses even out, although the people in Arizona would beg to differ, pointing out some of the more egregious crimes committed by "aliens," as immigrants are called in U.S. law. I know that.
I tend to see the way we treat our Mexicans, a funny way of expressing it, as "our" Mexicans as though we owned them through a lens that also enables us to see how Hitler treated "his" Jews. Not very well. The Nuremburg laws of Nazi Germany targeted Jews, mainly, but also Gypsies, Communists, the mentally ill, etc. Get them out of our sight, was the philosophy. Of course they had no place to go, accounting for the extermination of six million mothers, fathers, children, whatever, people we call them. Not Jews, Gypsies, or Communists, or whatever, because as soon as you apply these labels, they conjure up people not like us, people who are somehow less worthy, unclean, not quite people, the morally impure (compared to us who are always much purer, of course) like those Communists, those Gypsies, and most of all, those Jews. Oh, and don't forget the lame and mentally disabled, for who needs them?
The road may be long, but going down it leads to extermination camps, if history is any guide.
So we have to be really careful about what we say and do regarding legal measures affecting immigrants in our midst, to avoid going down this bad road, the one that Arizona has made an unfortunate mis-step on recently with it's new AZ-1070 law. It makes being in Arizona without proper papers a crime and permits local police to round up the usual suspects, who shouldn't be too easy to spot, it not being very difficult to tell a descendant of Norway from a descendant of Spaniards, Aztecs, and los Indios.
My guess is that we had better take steps to reconcile our abstract beliefs in the alleged sanctity of the law, the immigration law no less, with the practicality, the reality, that we have at least fifteen million neighbors who are here to stay and not leaving any time soon.
Because they're not all going to head south and wait eighteen years or more while we process their papers. This isn't the way life works and the sooner we realize it the better off we are.
In the meantime, we accept the benefits along with the burdens. That's also part of life.
"Our" Mexicans became ours the moment they succeeded in crossing the border and settling in. Our benefit, our problem. In either case, they're here to stay and we need to realize it.
Welcome, amigos!
