Immigration and Trump
I’m a conservative. I have been, and I probably always will be. That being said there are a few things I’ve always understood as being obvious. I always believed life began at conception. I’ve always felt like we have to defend all our rights, even when we don’t agree with how they are being used, or else we risk losing them. Finally, I was certain we needed to protect our borders from illegal immigrants. I didn’t think they were coming to bomb us, or gun people down in the streets. I’m just someone that thinks laws should be followed, and I have a hard time seeing it as anything beyond a legal issue. Then I saw this.
Ultimately, I’m a huge comic book nerd. I’m that fat fanboy that can tell you who Duela Dent is, about Tusky the Walrus, and what happened to Marvin from the Superfriends. So seeing this obviously had me conflicted. I mean on one hand I want to protect the border, but on the other hand…Superman. I know that at first this seems a little silly, but the point is that it gave me pause. I love Superman, and having him put in this context made me stop and consider things more than I normally would have.
It made me think about why I love this country. It’s a place where anyone anywhere can come here and find success. Hard work, and good planning can take you farther in the United States than anywhere else in the world. Sure, you have to have luck, and even then results may vary, but it truly is the land of opportunity. Also, there’s no other place on Earth that offers so much freedom. In this country I can worship Jesus and not have to worry about being dragged out into the street and beheaded. I don’t have to worry about being called an enemy of the state just because I think President Trump looks like the world’s tallest Oompa Loompa. Nobody is going to have me executed because I might disagree with something the government does, and I don’t have to worry about being locked away just for my political views. The United States of America is truly something special.
So then why wouldn’t I want to share this country with anyone that wants to come here. Yes I understand there are people that want to come just to cause trouble, but the vast majority of people want to come to our country because they too see its greatness. So why keep them out? The only reason I’m a U.S. citizen and they aren’t is because I was born here. I’ve taken no test. I have in no way paid any price to become a citizen. So how can I tell people that are actually struggling to come here that they shouldn’t be allowed in. What have they done that makes them any less worthy of being an American than me? Why should I enjoy the benefits while others are denied. I’m not special. I’m certainly not in any way better than they are. So why keep them out?
Now I’m not saying that we should just close our eyes and wave everyone in, but we can certainly make becoming a citizen here much more easy. Let’s make it simple. If you aren’t a felon, and don’t want to kill us then come on in. Welcome to America! It should be as quick as getting a background check. It shouldn’t be as time consuming as it is. People shouldn’t be denied just because they popped out of the wrong vagina.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
That’s on the Statue of Liberty. Either that means something, or it doesn’t. Either we’re a nation of immigrants, made stronger by immigrants, and constantly redefining ourselves by the new lifeblood we recieve from immigrants, or we’re just lying to ourselves. I prefer to believe that we’re the country Superman stands for. I prefer to think that we’re a nation of ideals. One of those ideals being that all people are created equal, and believing that I have to support anyone trying to be a part of our country. I’m not happy they came illegally, but I can’t honestly fault them for coming when we have gone to such lengths to limit immigration.
Illegal immigrants are not the enemy of our country. Let’s live up to our ideals and be the country we believe ourselves to be. Let’s be the country that Liberty holds her lamp up for. We can be the country Superman defends. I’m John, and yes I’m a nerd, but I’m a nerd that just had his eyes opened up by the Man of Steel.