Illegal immigration NEEDS to end, but not the way you think.

Perhaps it’s not in vogue, but this is an issue that whether we look at it or not, it causes misery and family crisis every day in our own back yards. I’ve spent some amount of time pondering this issue, much of it while enjoying my delicious Ancho Chile BBQ Burrito at Qdoba, a burrito made, no less, by a team of well coordinated non-native workers. I know not the status, whether illegal or not, they speak little English, they have skin darker than mine. Some, perhaps all face a challenge in their lives no human should bear, they spend each day wondering, “when I get home, will my family be there?”

In this era of shrinking differences, of international alliance and peace, it is appalling that we, the wealthiest, most powerful nation in the world should even think to question whether to welcome with open arms any person who wants nothing more than to provide for their family, to make something of themselves, and to have a decent life, probably serving the greater good in the process.

To those who say immigrants are unwelcome, I say: Go pick some fruit, or cut lettuce, or split chicken parts at a factory for a week and tell me illegal immigrants don’t have a welcome place in our society. I challenge you to live a week only using things that haven’t been handled by an illegal immigrant. Not to mention that the need for workers who can and, more importantly, are willing, to do the jobs those people do is greater than the number of legal residencies our broken immigration system allows for, and so without illegals, this country would fall apart. You can say goodbye to the low cost of food and the quality of living we have grown so used to when you kick out all the immigrants who are here illegally. And do not forget that all of our ancestors (ALL OF THEM, humans came from Africa, even the Native Americans moved in after the beginning of time) at some point were immigrants too, though there wasn’t much need to come illegally when mine came, as the country was begging out loud then. Now we shout out “NO!” while discretely motioning for them to come in and work, that we may buy a cheap dozen roses, or some strawberries for $2 a pint, or buy a magnificent shed for pennies, or sleep in a clean hotel room every night.

When an illegal immigrant takes your job as an accountant,  as upper management, as a five star chef, or a salesman, I will hear your plight, that they have gone too far, but they don’t. They take jobs that our citizens won’t do, the ones that require back breaking labor for so little earned, and where we see horrid conditions, they see something that is so much better than what they came from. So the next time you sit down at a restaurant eating your chicken, or beef, or your vegetables, thank an illegal immigrant for helping to keep it affordable. Otherwise, get a tiller, and a shovel, and a shotgun, plant a garden, and hunt your own food. You can’t have it both ways, and it’s time we did something about it.

It’s time for us to reform immigration, to welcome with open arms those tempest-tost masses… “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.” I think I read that somewhere. Can’t remember, guess it’s not important anymore.

Thank you, that is all.

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