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Massive migration across our southern border is probably a good thing

Posted by John Reed on

I continue to think the flood across the border is probably a net good thing. American women are having too few babies. The average age of Americans is too old (around 38). We need about a million families of five per year. We need young new Americans. The southern border migrants are generally young men and young families, precisely what we need.
GOP fears they are “undocumented Democrats” as Cruz calls them. Trump suggests they are criminals or welfare. Some are. Some of the people already here are criminals and on welfare. Trump says we get too many from s***hole countries. He fails to think through what would make a family abandon their native land, their language and culture, their friends and relatives, and travel thousands of miles to the other side of the world with no guarantee of shelter, food, education, or employment. My mom said her ancestors literally believed America’s street were paved with gold. ancestors. Not true, but in a general relative sense, America did offer them the opportunity to have a far better life. My Hungarian grandfather arrived here as a nine-year old with his mother. His kids were high school grads. His grandson, me, graduated from West Point and Harvard Business School and lives in CA in a multimillion dollar house. Not quite streets paved with gold but it beats the hell out of life in Hungary in WW I in which they were on the losing side, hyperinflation in the 1920s, invasion by Hitler in 1944, WW II, Soviet occupation until 1991 including the 1956 uprising put down by the Soviets. The GDP per capita in Hungary is now $16,000. I was there in 2018. The GDP per capita here is $63,500 now.
Thank God he left that s***hole country so that I and my kids could live here.
The key question is whether we are net better off. To know for sure, you would need to follow a scientifically-drawn representative sample and see what becomes of them. Private researchers may eventually do that on their own, but the Dem government does not want to know the answer because they do not care who they are as long as they vote Democrat.
Actually, we do not need to let them vote. Their kids born here will be able to vote. In my circle of Latino immigrant friends, the parents work hard and the kids go to college. What’s wrong with that pattern? Nada.
Ellis Island now has morphed into Rio Ellis. I just saw a clip on TV. African-colored family crossing the Rio Grande. De done? they were asked. Cuba. (GOP voters). Quantas dias? (How many days have you been traveling to get here?) 45.
Spending weeks and months and paying thousands of dollars to the cartels is a rough and somewhat valid test of their motivation to be Americans.
In my observation, the most enthusiastic Americans are immigrants who have spent part of their lives NOT being Americans. They have the zeal of the converted and non-ignorance of the foreign-raised about what it means NOT be an American.
Native born Americans take the Constitution for granted. Immigrants to America do NOT do that.
And they are perhaps more drawn by the simple affluence and economic opportunity of America even though they cannot intelligently discuss capitalism versus socialism.
The vast majority of those now coming across the border have been encouraged to do so by friends and relatives from their native country who have preceded them and told them what it is like here They arrive with cell phones containing those earlier migrants on speed dial.
They no less fit the Emma Lazurus description of the Ellis Island immigrants on the Statue of Liberty than the millions who arrived there.
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!"
My Hungarian grandfather arrived at Ellis Island in 1899. My Irish relative in steerage in Boston earlier in the 1800s, my Scots-Irish ancestors in 1630 at Jamestown, VA. My Russian-Cherokee ancestors via the Bering strait around 1800BC.
Nation of Immigrants.

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