“The love of one’s country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border?”
Boggled. That is my mind right now–befuddled and boggled.
I read the comments section (I know, the last thing ANYONE sane should do is read the comments) that follows an online article about Haitian refugees being flown into the states, both adults to come stay with family members already here, and children and babies here to be taken in and adopted by Americans.
I’m not going to add any power to those comments by quoting them. You know the drill: a bunch of powerless ignorants who think if they spew enough garbage, someone will finally validate their existence. Hate and bigotry are their drugs of choice. It blows my mind to read such drivel.
Basically, the sentiment is that we should NOT be taking in our human brothers and sisters who are in such desperate and dire need. Property value apparently trumps compassion. Prejudice trumps being charitable. Entitlement trumps generosity. An accident of Providence, namely being born on American soil, trumps following the Golden Rule, a version of which can be found in virtually every religious denomination’s teachings. Narrowness and fear trump TRUTH.
Here is my truth. I do not care if any of the refugees are uneducated. It doesn’t mean that they have any less brainpower than we do. On the contrary it just means they haven’t been to school. Joe Comment, on the other hand, may have gotten through 8th grade, but his ignorance is evident with every word he types.
I don’t care if English isn’t their first language. Interesting though, how many Haitians speak English. Gotta be pretty smart to speak two languages. That’s more than I can do, and I’m a pretty bright girl.
Property value? What about Human value?
The value of life, the value of sharing? He who has the biggest house does NOT win. He who has the biggest heart wins. She who uses the correct fork at the fund raiser? She’s got nothing on the lady from poverty-stricken Haiti who would welcome you to her table and prepare the last food in her cupboard for you. Property value, Schmoperty value. If we don’t welcome our friends from Haiti? That would be downright un-American. That is my truth.
Dear Comment Joe:
If the house next door has 4 more people staying there for awhile because someone was kind enough to take them in after their home FELL IN ON THEM, killed their kids and their dog, and cost one of them a leg? Next time you see those neighbors, shake their hands rather than sit in the kitchen and snarl, “there goes the neighborhood.” When you see their guests, go introduce yourself and hug them. Take a pie while you’re at it. Your property value may be a few bucks lower, but your value as a person will soar.
Peace, friends. Peace, Comment Joe.
P.S. That Statue of Liberty Thing:
The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus, 1883
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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
5 thoughts on “…what was that Statue of Liberty thing again?”
Sadly, many people are simply not very highly evolved — xenophobia and territorialism are primal, disconnected from higher brain function and very easy to manipulate into a Culture of Fear.
VERY well stated, Keri! Those who function from the brain stem only are capable of knee-jerk reactions and not much else.
Great post! I am appalled at the malice and lack of compassion that I hear in many reactions to the Haitian earthquake. I agree with Keri (in a previous comment) that these reactions are purely based on primal fear and primitive instinct. I wonder if mankind will ever sufficiently reach a point on the whole to temper these irrational tendencies, or if we will simply destroy ourselves first.
Reblogged this on Musings from a Middle-Aged Peace Seeker and commented:
The height of vanity, isn’t it, to reblog myself?
I was revamping my blog, going through posts and cleaning them up, when I got to this one that I wrote SIX years ago. It wasn’t terrorists that fueled the mean then, it was the fear of a drop in property value, which, wow. But it points to a different truth-do we just look for a reason to not welcome those in dire straits, because we might-gasp-have to sacrifice something in order to do so? I stand, during this Syrian refugee debate, in the same spot as I did with Haitian refugees six year ago.