Illegal Humans

23,384 Mexicans Flown Back Under Summer Program.

My words are weak.  They can't begin begin to express my fiery indignation.

The comments attached to this story fill me with unparalleled rage. The dehumanization of Illegal Mexicans here astounds and disgusts me.

Let's pretend, shall we?  I like pretending.

Let's pretend God decided you were to be born in Mexico.  Let's pretend you're a virile young man. You fall in Love with a big, breasted, black eyed beauty.  You marry her.  You experience the euphoria of fatherhood.  Your baby toddles to your side and calls you Daddy.

Let's pretend you look around and realize you are living in an adobe home with dirt floors and no job. Let's pretend reality has set in.  Your wife and children look to you with hungry eyes and empty bellies.  There is No Work.  No Work. No Money. No Food.

You know where to find work.  Los Estados Unidos.  El Otro Mexico.  You are willing to risk your life.  For that is what Life requires.

Let's pretend you didn't die in the desert at the mouth of wild animals or the by the heat of the unforgiving sun like the 2,000 others before you in this decade.  Let's pretend your body was not left unrecognizable in a dry wilderness because of your hopes of feeding your starving family.

 I'm done pretending.

True Story Time:

I had a Mexican boyfriend when I was 18.  Santos. 

Santos is my second cousin.  Yeah.  I roll like that. 

We rode horses together through the washes of Sonora.  He spun me around the dance floor at the local Plaza in the moonlight. 

He dedicated his bull riding to me in the presence of the entire town.  I sat on the talegate of an old truck and wore his cowbody hat as the bull snorted and bucked and eventually threw Santos to the dirt. He swept me off my feet.

In my heart of hearts I always knew it wouldn't last.  He was my Mexican fantasy.

Because he lived there.  And I lived here.  I knew.

I went away to Brigham Young University.  He stayed in Mexico.  Found a woman.  Became a father.  Built an adobe home like the one he grew up in and accepted any work that came his way.

About a year ago I saw him.  Poverty had not served him well.  He looked beat down and haggard.  His two front teeth were missing from lack of dental care.

But as I saw him dance with his daughters and sisters I knew he was the same person he had always been.  I saw the fire in his eyes and knew his soul was the same boy I had known since I was a baby.

Santos was the Real Life Version of Let's Pretend.  Extreme poverty drove him over the border in search of work.

La Migra found him.  They apprehended him and shipped him off.  Left him penniless with only the clothes on his back and a sandwich in the deep jungles of Mexico.

Santos lives in Sonora.  He was a stranger to these jungles and spent weeks begging his way back to his family.

The night I saw him was a celebration of his safe return coupled with the 90th birthday of his grandmother and my great-aunt.

Do you SEE how large Mexico is?

This program to drop Mexicans "home" en La Cuidad de Mexico is well-intentioned.  But how many do you think really live there?  Nobody cares. 

When you see the headline 23,384 Mexicans do you imagine a sea of brown faces with no individual worth?  Or do you contemplate the possibility that perhaps each one has a story.  Each one has a mother.  Each one Loves and Hates and Fears, as you do.

I understand my home state of Arizona is bleeding money due to illegals.  We provide healthcare and education to those who do not contribute fiscally.  We suffer at the hands of drug cartels and high crime because of illegals.  It needs to stop.  These facts are not lost on me.

What IS lost on me is the dehumanization of people by other people.

IT MAKES ME SICK!  It makes me sick to read and hear the harsh racial slurs by ASSHOLES who live in this country by THE GRACE OF GOD and for no other reason.

What have we done to deserve our status as a citizen of this country?  What have we done to deserve the very air we breathe?  Could we not exemplify charity rather than anger?

Think about it.

AZ VS FEDS: 2 Wrongs Don't Make Right

Before this horrid recession and market crash I was a rich lil housewife.

I had me a nanny and house keepers so as not to ruin my manicure or wrinkle my silk Audrey Hepburn style dresses or $75 Tee-shirts.

One day my super sweet nanny, Angelica, took my kids to the park. It was a 5 minute walk from the house.

At the park there was a pervert that kept leering at Angelica and my children. 20 year old Angelica had a cell phone. But she was afraid to call the police.

Angelica was an illegal alien. She was terrified the police would send her back to Mexico. She needed her job. She gave the vast majority of her income to her parents for rent and food.

When she finally made it home that day she shook like a leaf and cried for hours.

FLIP SIDE:

My mother was born in Mexico and had to go through hell and high water to cut through all the red tape necessary to live in The United States LEGALLY with her family.

My mother became a legal citizen of this country and even served in the US military for 7 years.

It pisses her off when Mexicans come to this country expecting a handout while Americans work their colas off to pay insanely high taxes courtesy of the Obama Administration.


MY PEA BRAINED OPINION:

I’m just a lil ol’ housewife with a small brain. I‘m just not sure WHAT is going on! (I HATE the term HOUSEWIFE. It implies I belong to a house and a husband. There is no individual worth to be found in the word. Ick.) Like I said, I’m a housewife with very few opinions about serious things.

OOOOO I bought this dress at Buffalo Exchange for only $13! Can you BELIEVE it? I can hardly sit still I’m so excited!

My pea brain barely realizes the implications of illegals in the US. I see high, drug related crime at the borders of my home state of Arizona. Schools are over-crowded and my little white kids are getting sub par educations because our state spends a great deal of money on English as a second language classes and programs.

But my silly goose head also is attached to my bleeding heart and knows there are children here in The States benefiting from an education and health care they would not have in their wildest dreams in Mexico.

Does it seem mean spirited to anyone but me that a little one would be ripped from his life and friends because his parents misrepresented themselves?

Cops are going to be trained for TWO HOURS regarding the questioning of suspicious brown people. TWO HOURS?! My nightly BUBBLE BATH lasts longer than two hours! I don’t like it. I HATE that part! (Not the bath, of course, I meant the questioning of brown peeps after a two hour training..)

The thought of some PRICK cop questioning Angelica harshly as her eyes fill with tears makes me want to kick his chins with my boots. I know Mr. Police Man is only doing his job. I support the men who protect our society!

But cops are normal people with good intentions and superiority complexes. Remember Rodney King? Need I say more? Anything can happen and MAY.

Whatever. I just broke a NAIL! Ugh! How much does THAT suck!

So now the Feds are SUEING AZ because of our immigration laws.

AZ state representative, John Kavanagh, calls it political gamesmanship. Maybe so.

Obama calls the laws “misguided”. Mr. President, you are right. The laws ARE misguided. Your slow efforts to rectify the massive oil spill is also misguided. You DO realize as you spend precious time securing law suits against BP our planet is being ravaged daily? We are ALL misguided.

Mark my words folks. Something awful will come of this. There will be racial profiling and the world will be watching. I hope I get to be on TV too. I’ll be like, “I TOLD YA SO!!! HI MOM!”

As a citizen of Arizona, the United States and THE WORLD I see both sides.  Both sides are WRONG.

I’d like to require each person crossing into our country to PINKY SWEAR with me that they are indeed good folks who will not bring more drugs and crime into our country. And if they do bring drugs will they please bring me some Mexican Ambien because my prescription is expensive and I’ve been out for a while and I could use a good night’s sleep.

I’d say, “Pretty please with sugar on top, don’t be a liar and a cheater and a thief and a free loader.”

To which they would respond by saying, “Ay mamacita! Que Buena estas!”

Good enough for me.

As in Eternity and Life this is an issue of Mercy VS Justice.

What do YOU think? Where do YOU stand? How would YOU do it differently?

I purposely have not made a stance here. I just wanna buy everyone a puppy. I see a lot of upset people. I see selfishness, pride, anger, hate, racism, lack of respect and a lack of responsibility. I puppy would take their minds off such things. Cleaning puppy poop is all-encompassing.

Let’s just take a deep breath and be nice to each other, shall we?

“People are people so why should it be that we should get along so awfully…?”

Better get back to broomin’ and scrubbin. Nothing in my noggin…