Ranting about immigration

Maybe its the only issue that makes me sad and angry at the same time. It’s painful to see that so many good, smart and deserving folk are estranged and heartbroken because of the ungodly waiting periods and bureaucracy of the immigration system in this country. Needless to say, the godfathers of our supreme senate have every right to control the flow of immigrants, but there needs to be a limit to the unfairness that is so inherent in the system. To be fair to all folk, I do wish to pen my thoughts about the two categories of system – the legals and the illegals.

Starting with the legals, I have to say, the system is flawed beyond belief. The good to-be-citizens, the ones who are well-educated, endowed with the desire and drive to pursue greatness, the ones that seek to follow every law of the land, the ones that wish to truly contribute to the overall economy, are in one word, screwed. I say that for only two reasons – the ridiculous amount of time it takes and the insane number of hoops that one has to jump through before becoming a real resident. Most of us that have endured this painstaking process, seldom look back at all the things we have done and even more pitifully, at all the things we have given up, and solemnly wish that the path were easier. And maybe that is the problem with us Asians, we continuously tell ourselves that in the big picture, we and our progeny will eventually get a better deal. While visualizing the American dream is so easy, I have to but wonder why the process is designed to make it so incredibly difficult for most meritorious dreamers. Is it that immigrants, especially those that possess a somewhat liberal-progressive inclination tend to unwillingly become a threat to middle America. Or is it that we are simply browning the median of the American color one person at a time. In either case, it is a saddening thought that the system forces us to bend sideways, fork out hard earned money, and wait for eternity that every achievement in the immigration system almost becomes a minor miracle.

As for the illegals, I truly pity their situation; having to live a life devoid of the very basic societal support whilst enduring immense physical hardship, they are simply put, forsaken until their kids are of a military age. In the end, their only showing of success is that their US-born children automatically inherit citizenship via the almost daily debated “jus soli” law. For they would not have the same fortune in most European nations, illegals, especially Hispanic illegals have knowingly or unknowingly exploited a privilege that will most likely be redacted in the coming years. Both corporate and rural America need the illegals, whether it be for cleaning the kitchens or for picking strawberries; the dependence of cheap labor is the only pulse that has allowed us to enjoy the cheap day-to-day luxuries that we take for granted. And though the path for most of these folk started at the wrong bend, they are in the end, I believe, deserving of a path to residency. Lets just say they have already paid for their sins of crossing the sacred boundary by toiling at less-than-minimum wage.

In the end, whether legal or illegal, we are all bound by a flawed system, one that rewards the crafty and marginalizes the not-so-crafty. And so we end up living our life on the purview of the system, hoping that on a lucky Saturday we will get that much awaited green light, that we can live a life of normalcy and stop checking our case statuses every fifteen minutes. For we’d like to think that if it was not for us immigrants, this would have been just another Africa.

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