As I sit at my keyboard on this Father’s Day, contemplating what exactly I desire to say regarding the current policy that is separating young children from their parents as they come to the US for asylum. I, like many of you here at Yabberz, am lost. Like many of you, looking at the picture of the two-year-old crying her eyes out, while her mother is being patted down by a US Border Patrol Agent. That picture will forever be seared in my memory. Continually reminding me how cruel we can actually be to our fellow humans.
As a country, we are the richest according to this Fortune article:
Not surprisingly, the U.S., Canada and European countries dominate the top 10 list of wealthiest countries. But this year, for the first time, China moved past Japan in the number #2 spot, largely because of the appreciation last year of equity markets there. The U.S. remains in the top spot, with 41.6% of the world’s wealth, according to the report by Allianz, a financial services giant. China — 10.5% Japan — 8.9% U.K. — 5.6% Germany — 3.9 France — 3.5 Canada — 3.0% Italy — 2.9% Australia — 2.0% South Korea — 1.6%
It’s obvious why those who are destitute, live in constant fear of gang violence for their children, would want to move to a country where they could make a better life for themselves and children. If not for what they are trying to escape from, and they had an economic structure that allowed them to advance, they would stay in their own country. But in places such as Honduras, El Salvador, and Nicaragua that structure doesn’t exist or if it does, is tilted toward the wealthy.
Looking at the picture and reading about a mother having her nursing baby taken from her, and not told anything about her child where abouts, moved me to find this passage from Roots and share it with you:
As Kunta crouched with his wife in the hall, drowning in his shame, they heard some genes, muted conversation between the massa and the sheriff … then the sound of feet moving, scuffling faintly …then Kizzy’s crying, and the sound of the front door slamming shut.
“Kizzy! Kizzy chile! Lawd Gawd, don’t let ‘em sell my Kizzy!” As she burst out of back door with Kunta behind her, Bell’s screams reached away out to where the field hands were, who came racing, Cato arrived in time to see Bell screeching insanely, springing up and down with Kunta bearhugging her to the ground. Massa Waller was descending the front steps ahead of the sheriff, who was hauling Kizzy, after him – weeping and jerking hers backward – at the end of a chain.
“Mammy! Maaaaaamy!” Kizzy screamed.
Bell and Kunta leaped up from the ground and went raging around the side of the house like two charging lions. The sheriff drew his gun and pointed it straight at Bell; She stopped in her tracks. She stared at Kizzy. Bell tore the question from her throat. “You done dis thing deys says?” They all watched Kizzy’s agony as her reddened, weeping eyes gave her answer in a mute way – darting imploringly from Bell and Kunta to the sheriff and the massa – but she said nothing.
“O my Lawd Gawd!” Bell shrieked. “Massa, please have mercy! She ain’t meant to do it! She ain’t knowed what she was doin’! Missy Anne de one teached’er to write!”
Massa Waller spoke glacially. “The law is the law,. She’s broken my rules. She’s committed a felon. She may have aided in a murder. I’m told one of those white men may die.”
“Ain’t her cut de man, Massa! Massa, she worked for you ever since she big ‘nough to carry your slopjar! An’ I don cooked an’ waited on you han’ an’ foot over forty years, an’ he … gesturing at Kunta she stuttered, “he done driv you eve’ywhere you been for near ‘bout dat long. Mass, don’ all dat count for sum’ni?”
Massa Waller would not look directly at her. “you were doing your jobs. She’s giong to be sold – that’s all there is to it.”
“Jes’ cheap, low-class white folks splits up families!” shouted Bell.
“You ain’t dat kin’!”
Angrily, Massa Waller gestured to the sheriff, who began to wrench Kizzy roughly toward the wagon.
Bell blocked their path. “Den sell me and’’er pappy wied’er! Don’t split us up!” - Roots by Alex Haley
I ask that you let the last sentence of this scene sink in, close your eyes, image hearing these words, “Den sell me and’’er pappy wied’er! Don’t split us up!” Sell her father and me as well, do not split up our family. Allow us to remain a family. Which is all those who came seeking asylum are asking.
But, no, that is not what Trump wants. And Jeff Sessions – the racist he is – doesn’t want it either. He is all for separating children from their parents. In his feeble brain, it’s a ‘deterrent.’ If you don’t want your suckling babies ripped from your breast, then stay in your hell-hole country. We don’t need your kind here. That is what he Sessions is saying when he calls it a deterrent.
The same is true for Kelly when he said: "I wouldn't put it quite that way," Kelly said. "The children will be taken care of — put into foster care or whatever.” Like our foster care system doesn’t have problems. By his statement, he is admitting that he doesn’t care about these kids, after all, he also doesn’t believe they will be able to assimilate, because of their lack of education and English speaking skills. Such a bigoted statement is coming from a man who is completely ignorant of facts that prove his statement demonstratively wrong.
The nerve of Sessions to use the Bible as justification for his order of separating children from their parents is in-of-itself a sin against the God he claims to believe. I recommend that he read past Romans 13:1, 2 to verse 9 & 10: “For the [law code], “You must not murder, You must not steal, You must not covet,” and whatever other commandment there is, is summed up in this word namely, “You must love your neighbor as yourself.” v10: Love does not work evil to one’s neighbor; therefore love is the law’s fulfillment.”
Finally, Sessions statement around domestic abuse is not a cause for seeking asylum, I suggested Mr. Sessions you watch this video, and you just might want to contact the reporter and have her go into more detail about what she witnessed when covering the story.
I close with the following:
We have come to the place that I told
you of. You will see the miserable people
who have lost the good of intellect. - Dante’s Inferno
Sessions and Kelly clearly have lost any intellect they may have had, in Trump’s case, he had none to lose.