photo by michael fleshman/ flickr |
It must have been ten years ago that they left Mexico and
their families and found themselves on the Oregon Coast. It must have been scary to leave behind all
that was familiar and arrive with just a few suitcases, wondering if they could
find work. The young man had finished a degree in computer programming in
Mexico. Very soon he found a job on a construction crew. His wife worked as a
maid cleaning people’s houses. Ten years later they had bought a house, had
three boys and were very proud of their home, their children and the community
they lived in.
photo by Ricardo Lopez S./ flickr |
My relatives met the man and they became friends. He had all sorts of skills
and so they began to call on him. It seems that he could do about anything. He
refinished their kitchen cabinets. Put tile in their bathroom. He changed some
light fixtures. When they called him with computer trouble—he was there. He
even installed hardwood floors throughout their house. He is the kind of man
every all-thumbs family dreams of. This Hispanic family sent money back home to
relatives who live on limited income.
They never have been able to become American citizens even
though all three of their children were born here. Yet they work hard, they
want the very best for their children; they pay taxes and social security.
While we were there the mid-term elections were held. Oregon’s citizens voted
that unless someone was a citizen of the United States, they could not get a
driver’s license.
This man now must drive to work with no license and I assume
no insurance. Even though he pays taxes and social security—he will see few
benefits from the money he pays to the government week after week.
Walking down an Oregon street I saw an ugly sign on the
front of one house. “If you can’t speak English—why don’t you go home.” That
house also had a target plastered to the front door that said: “We know how to
shoot!”
There is something terribly wrong with this picture. Many
hope we can starve these people or drive them out of the country. President
Obama has said that if Congress and the Senate cannot come to some positive
conclusion about immigration he is seriously consider signing a presidential
order to protect five million of these people. All this means is that those
brown-skinned people like those that stood at my relatives’ door—will be
political footballs. There will be no names mentioned, no children’s
pictures—just them—stuck in a power play in Washington and the rest of
the country.
I keep remembering that word, all, that is embedded
in our Constitution and Bill of Rights. Maybe we ought to mark out that word
and write in bold letters another word: some. Looks like we still have
some work to do as a people.
photo by takomabibelot / flickr |
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