Thursday, March 30, 2006

months later and my own (Allbeit delayed) opinion on Immigration

Immigration legislation is in the throes of hot debate right now. Immigration, a multi-faceted issue with passionate people on all sides.

Protests, demonstrations and school walk-outs have dominated headlines the past week. David and I attended the mass demonstration in Los Angeles on Saturday. It was inspiring and impressive. I blogged nearly two years ago about being fed up with the anti war protests I'd attended two consecutive years. I felt as if there was no unity, as if everyone was there promoting their own agenda be it to legalize marijuana, impeach Bush, give women the right to choose...you name it. What I witnessed Saturday was nothing short of massive organization and cohesiveness. (Getting half a million people into the streets is an accomplishment, I don't care how you look at it.) While there were people there waving flags from their native countries, it was overwhelmingly pro-America with American flags being waved and signs that proclaimed allegiance to this country.

I am intimately affected by immigration. My husband came to this country as an immigrant, an illegal one at that. I have spent 5 years working closely with immigrants--most of them undocumented as well. I have an obvious bias towards the plight of the immigrant and a desire to be openhanded with them. And, as cliche as it is, this country was built by immigrants--most of whom were escaping perscecution in their homeland. The story is not much different for the current immigrants of today.

I realize something has to be done but nobody in authority seems to be asking the right questions. The solution is not to build a wall, or make it illegal for all legal residents of this nation to aid and help an undocumented person. What we first need to ask is the why. Why are the immigrants coming here in the first place. Do politicians really think individuals want to pack up their lives and come to a foreign land to work for low pay, poor living conditions, all the while leaving their families behind? Why are the immigrants coming here? Because of globalization. Because of policies such as NAFTA, CAFTA, and other free trade agreements. Because labor has moved south and the wages of Wal-Mart, Gap, Dole, (Insert big corporate company name here), workers isn't enough to sustain life in even the poorest nations of the world.

Why did my husband come? Because the good ol' boys of the government and Ollie North got involved in Central American politics and funded a civil war lest socialism be given a chance in an otherwise autonomous, democratically run country. David came here fearing for his life and that of his family would he have stayed in El Salvador.

On my first trip to El Salvador I stayed in tiny pueblo on the border of Honduras. The people were fighting a government initiative to build a damn right on their river that had been their life source for decades. The initiative was backed and encouraged by the US Government and the IMF/World Bank. In a nutshell, it was about money and generating electricty. Electricty is a good thing. However, in the case of these people, (who lived on a volcano and could have easily generated geothermic electricity) they were going to be forced off their privately owned land for a fraction of the price it was worth. This agricultural community had no option. The displacement would be huge and the majority would have to relocate 4 hours to San Salvador in hopes of finding some sort of low paying labor job which isn't an easy task in an already flooded job market. One man who I stayed with during my stint, Don Jacobo, implored me to take their plea to President Bush. He believed that if the United States was going to encourage and financially back this then they should be given the option to relocate to the U.S.

So why do they come? Because they have no options. They come out of survival.

What I will be interested to see is the immigration pattern from countries such as Venezuela, Bolivia, Chile, and Argentina which have all cut out U.S. intervention (both big buisness and governmental) or severely limited our invovlement. If these people just need to be left alone, then there should be a decrease in numbers from these countries.

It is going to take a long time to repair the damage that has been done. This is a complicated issue that isn't going to go away. There is not a simplistic answer. But in the meantime, the immgrants continue to shape and give flavor to our diverse nation, there should be no wall put up to keep that at bay.

Monday, September 05, 2005

really big stump

We just returned from four days in Dorrington CA which lies 7 hours north and east of L.A. somewhere in the mountains (I think...i've always been directionally challenged.) It felt reminiscent of Maine with its big pine trees and clean air. (Of course, wrapping ones lips around the tailpipe of a diesel bus in central america and inhaling deeply is cleaner than breathing L.A. air). At 7000 feet we visited a pristene lake with crystal waters. We biked around and put our feet in the very cold lake water. K went swimming. He started playing with another boy and said, in order to have friends you need to talk to people." Whereboy the other boy answered, "I don't need any more friends. I have so many friends at school. I'm like the famous kid there. Well not truely famous, but famous because everyone knows who I am. .." I evily thought under my breath, "you're a pasty redhead AND bratty, how cool can you be." This also follows my interaction with a 5 year old girl a week ago who I caught calling K "Fat." I went up to her and said, "That's not nice. You should never call people names. That's mean.." i went on and on. Before K and I left later on in the afternoon I went up to her and said again, "Please don't call people fat, nobody likes the mean girl." And i walked off feeling oddly good having just told off a kid 1/6th my age...How mature am I? SO back to the lake. K, becoming bored with this apparent famous pasty kid engaged his dad in conversation where I overheard him saying, "My dad used to be my mom's boyfriend, but he broke up with her because she smokes and says bad words and my dad doesn't like smoking or bad words." I found this remarkably amusing. It isn't often that K talks of his parents when they were together, mainly because he was months old when they separated. I can only wonder what he has picked up from us and his mom to lead him to this simplistic view of their break up. And why he chose to divulge his family history to a complete stranger of pasty-famous-boy, I have no idea.


We took an afternoon and visited Big Trees state Park which was 10 minutes away from where we were staying. We started out in the vistor center and watched a brief movie about the park's history at K's prompting. I had to control my cynicism and disgust when the movie told the time old story of pristene land inhabited by Indians until the gold rush began. I don't know why I was so surprised by the greed that contributed to land's demise and Indian dispersion. Greed is as old as the few years following the creation of the universe. My stomach continued to twist as the story unfolded about some yahoo who goes hunting in the woods and discovers a really big tree. So he brings more people to the tree and they decided to cut it down and make a profit by showing it around the world. Their business endeavor failed, the tree died. The same thing happend repeated times throughout history until someone deamed it a national forest.

I'm not a tree hugger. I'm not ready to chain my neck to a tree or live on a 2x2 piece of plywood nailed precariously to a tree in protest against logging. It is merely this type of historical occurrence that displaced people in the name of personal gain that happens again and again and again. The gold rush was not people seeking to merely subsist, rather it was financial gain at the expense of others. It is a story that continues today.

Anyway, inspite of that obnoxcious interlude, the redwoods were quite amazing to witness in person. It's not every day you see trees that are 1200 years old.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

My annoyed pessimistic thoughts 2pm on 8.23.05

My day started at 5:50 am. I threw on some clothes and David and I hopped in the car to bike in the mountains. When we get in the car we hear Pat Robertson announcing, in his typical eloquent style that we should go assinate Hugo Chavez because 'it's cheaper than war.' I wonder if Robertson would share the 4 spiritual laws before hand.

Annoying thing number one of my day: Pat Robertson okaying assination of President Chavez.

Annoying thing number two of my day: Pat Robertson in general.

Annoying thing number three of my day: Christian Music from 95.9
I quote the song that did me in: All you need is god, all you need is time, God and time, Time and God. W/ God he's never surprised by your life. God and time time and god yada yada yada.

this stellar song was quicly followed by a knock off of U2's Where the streets have no name

Why do people have to make lame songs?

Annoying thing number four of my day: Genetically Modified Food

Annoying thing number five of my day: Monsanto, the company that makes GM Food, seeds and pesticides

Annoying thing number six of my day: Pat Robertson

It's not that bad. I just felt like ...well i don't know.

On a lighter note, K has been running around for two days with a lightening bolt scar above his eyebrow so he can look like Harry Potter. He said God was aware of his underwear status yesterday. I like that he thinks about God. I think it's funny to think about God and underwear in the same thought.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

K on Theology and Questioning God's Omnicience

"I don't think God knows if I'm wearing underwear today or not."

Sunday, August 14, 2005

flippin diesel

it's true. they all predicted it would happen. in one week diesel went from an average 2.50/gallon to it's current 3.50. What a sham. it's a conspiracy. more bombs over baghdad.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

A letter from K to his Dad

K is learning how to use email right now. This is what he wrote to his dad today. (He dictated, I wrote)

I miss you dad. but, I miss you because I wish I could be at work just like you when I grow up. I could be a computer worker or dirtbiker or a singer. And if you want me to be a singer tell me what band you want it to be when I grow up. Any band. just tell me. So, I love you. I love all my family, but I wish I could go in the same one that you work at when I grow up. and I wish someday I could go to work with you and see how you fix computers. So, you will be my funniest dad, or someday if you have a vacation we could play all the time and we could go somewhere. We could go to little park someday. So, you could be my bestest dad, even don't forget to remember about my band, whatever band you want to call, if it is a secret band you can call it two names. that's all. Love, K

Thursday, July 21, 2005

This is turning into a weekly update...

Another week gone by. Time is going quickly. K sleeps again on the couch as I write. I am taking a break from studying herbs that 'cool the blood and drain heat.' We finished off last week by going to the movies and watching Herbie which I enjoyed almost as much as K. Now he is asking David and I to buy a VW Bug and paint a number 53 on it.

One of K's training wheels was removed over the weekend and he has been promised a pair of biking gloves from his dad once he learns how to ride on two wheels. We don't exactly live in an area conducive to learning how to bikeride. We live on top of a mountain. You can go down, but then you must return. This has made it difficult for K to keep at it but he is gaining more confidence and the prospect of new biking gloves has proved to be a nice incentive.

Monday was spent with his mom who didn't have to work that day and Tuesday we were back at our adventures. The agenda? We rode the metro from Pasadena into Chinatown. K followed the map the entire ride, counting the number of stops remaining and practicing his reading. The whole trip was about 25 minutes, about the same amount of time it would have taken to drive (w/o traffic). I have to admit, my reasons for going to chinatown were purely selfish at first--i needed to by some herbs but I quickly realized I could entice K into being excited with a ride on the train. This is cheap entertainment and I highly recommend it to anyone living in a urban area with few ideas of activities.

Earlier in the morning K had asked if I would buy him a wooden snake in Chinatown (Something he had seen on a former visit). I was going to say yes but before I did it hit me to try something new. I told him he could earn some money by doing chores. One organized couch, dusted piano, and clean toilet later he had earned $2.00 for his trip. Now, I told him I didn't know how much the snake cost so I wasn't sure he would have enough money. The deal was that he could spend his $2.00 on whatever he wanted but if he saw the snake or another toy he wanted that was more money he had the option to save his money until a later trip when he had worked for more money. He ended up buying 2 packs of the fire cracker things that you throw on the ground and they pop. He was more than happy with his purchase and even had .50 left over. He was hungry after that and it was nearly lunchtime so I decided to spring for a treat and eat out. K picked a chinese restuarant where one of the Jackie Chan movies was filmed. The place had a "B" rating from the health department as most restaurants in Chinatown do. (I've heard it's because of how they store their meat but i'm not sure). We both ate a $3.00 lunch special and left feeling very full.

K was tired by this time and I told him only one more stop to an herb shop where I bought
Ju Hua (Chrysanthemum flower), Gan Cao (Licorice Root), and Niu Bang Zi (not sure of the english). Ju Hua and Gan Cao are brewed together in China during the summer to help with irritability due to heat. Figured I could use a few gallons of the stuff at this point. I'm not a fan of licorice in any form so I didn't really enjoy the tea but added some mint to try and mask the flavor a little bit. Not too bad.

After the herbs we hopped on the train and came back home where we put on our suits and went swimming.

When K wakes up we may go see Charlie and the Chocolate factory. It is so dang hot outside that it's hard to be active right now. Tomorrow I'm thinking the beach with K and david's 8 year old brother, also K's best friend.