PART OF WHAT makes me feel gross inside this hoopla, this ultra hyper TV extravaganza-palooza that both parties are telegasming 24-7 is ICE, cracking down with serious force on gente while the popcorn is being buttered and the lights being dimmed.
THEIR VILLAGES ARE DYING. They come from towns with no future, from families with no food. They are lucky to bring a ragged toothbrush on the trip and luckier to avoid rape, murder, or starvation on the way. On the way to hope. On the way to nothing, really, but a desperate dream of survival, a mirage of prosperity, the Land of Opportunity. Where Lady Liberty holds her lamp high…so the squads of ICEmen can see well enough to snatch up the hunger-wracked wanderers and hurl them into the frothy maw of Camp Halliburton.
ANYWHERE THE PEOPLE GATHER to express their voice, their government—be it communist, democratic or otherwise—will be infiltrating and disturbing the cohesion and strength of that voice, ultimately using violence with no hesitancy or remorse. The unsettling juxtaposition of profit, spotlight, and ignored oppressions will always cause this confluence of energy and tumult. This is our modern-day Olympic Games Carnival settling down uneasily into a world where war and class divides are hurting so many.
I wonder how many people really think that the so-called “immigration problem” really has to do with inadequate amounts of walls and weaponry strung across one part of this land? Or that the crux is simply Mexico’s economy? People are embarking on long, amazingly ambitious and dangerous sojourns, and from further away than Mexico.
House of Nezua
the XOLAGRAFIK theater!
