Kiss me, I’m an immigrant
We should remember our roots as we declare ourselves Irish for a day
In the 1880s, my German ancestors sailed into the port of Baltimore. When their journey ended, they paid their 50-cent head tax and easily passed whatever simple tests immigration officers imposed back then. At that time, to become “legal,” a newcomer had to be in reasonably good health, swear they weren’t lawbreakers and then walk across a pier to start a new life.
Coming to America today, the legal entry process is much more complicated and takes much more time — in many cases years. The well-educated and well connected can afford the wait and can meet the complexity. For those others without wealth or the wherewithal to understand the complexity, less desirable options are available. They can scale walls, sweat in boxcars or risk life and limb in the company of the unscrupulous. They slip in.
We Americans like to proclaim that our country is exceptional. Indeed, after World War II, we did something that had never been done before in the history of the world. Instead of vanquishing our former enemies, we helped them rebuild their lives. Seventy years and two generations later we’re still taking credit for what our parents and grandparents did. We like to think that the U.S. is still “a city on the hill” of sorts, where all are created equal and hard work results in a middle-class life. Unfortunately a recent mean streak has begun to mar our country’s sterling image.
In the last year we’ve heard a lot of fearmongering about the immigrant class being made up of terrorists, rapists, murderers and drug kingpins. While in reality the vast majority of our current newcomers work just as hard as those in the past. They are our doctors, our computer scientists and in some cases our brilliant entrepreneurs. The less skilled harvest our food, beautify our landscapes, tend our children and elders, make our meals or just labor with a shovel. Are these hard workers deserving of our scorn?
Some might say that such contempt is not new. Google “Irish ape” and you’ll find an illustration contrasting Florence Nightingale with Bridget McBruiser, part of an effort to caricature the Irish as animals. We’ve always had such propaganda ready to dehumanize the recently arrived. But things are different now. Instead of the taunts and graffiti of the past, we now have a militarized, technology-enhanced cadre of enforcers who dress in black and carry heavy weapons. Across their bulletproof vests is printed ICE. They literally strike at dawn, and, without mercy, they rip mothers from children and tear families apart.
Until recently, these ICE men were somewhat restrained. Their main targets were recent border-crossers and immigrants with criminal convictions. That’s changed. On Feb. 21, White House spokesman Sean Spicer said the president wanted to
Yes, I agree that our country cannot absorb the entire world’s poor. There is not a place here for every refugee from every war, and we do need a thorough immigration process. But should we also give the ICE men free rein? Should we just let their adrenaline flow unchecked? Can we acknowledge that to be undocumented is not necessarily to be bad? Can we treat people with respect and dignity? Can we remember our common humanity?
This session our General Assembly is considering
This weekend when we toast one another and announce that “everybody is Irish,” can we also remember that except for the native tribes, we all came from somewhere else?