had a major case of the self-inflicted blues. Really, really down, mostly because of what I perceive to be my contributions to the nastiness that is the illegal immigrant debate. My goodness, to hear and read otherwise tender and compassionate people say that it is not only ok but a good thing to kill people that cross our borders without going through the proper channels makes me literally ill. And to know that I’ve contributed to that mentality makes it worse.
How did I get to such a point? I read my Bible, I study my Bible, I pray, I meditate, I think, I try to do good things. And still, I somehow find myself surrounded by people saying that illegals can (and in a couple of cases should) be killed. And unable to convince them otherwise, in no small part because I have written and said many times that our borders should be closed, that illegals are hurting our economy and we need to have some type of guest work program. In my mind, nothing that I say should lead anyone to think about violence against fellow humans but unfortunately it does.
I’m not sure what to do about it or what to say about it. Fact is, I am convinced that we do need to close the borders, that people here illegally take more than they give and that we need to document them because we need the workers and we need them to pay their fair share. So I can’t just not say that, it would be a lie. But how do you articulate those positions without inflaming people so much that they want to shoot these people?
And to add to this, I watched a movie that perfectly illustrates what is happening in this issue. The movie is Rosewood, I finally was able to watch the last half of the movie last night (third DVD from Netflix). Sickening is the best way to describe how whites treated blacks in destroying a town in the 1920’s. More to the point, it was such an accurate portrayal of fear and mob mentality that it too made me physically ill. What a great movie it turned out to be. The first half was slow and really not worth watching. But the last half, oh man, it was incredibly moving.
The emotions displayed by the mob of illiterate whites in that movie is pretty much what I see in the cyberworld discussing illegals. There is so much underlying prejudice and fear that it cannot stay hidden. I’m not sure what to do about it but I have to think very hard and long before discussing it again. Is a person’s life really cheapened by the color of his skin or the size of his bank account? In our society, I think the overwhelming evidence is yes.
Father, forgive me for I have failed you.