Overheard at Table 1: Immigrants

All this talk about immigrants and illegal immigrants and building walls and all that crap.  Can't stand it.  Why?  Let me tell you why:

I know a woman.  81 years old.  From El Salvador.  She lives here.  She's lived here in the states for over 20 years.  She lives off of welfare.  Yeah, that's right.  She gets food stamps and health care.  Her kids pay for her house and her utilities.  She sold her business to come here.

So, you'd all think "She's living off of OUR stuff!" OK, well, let's take a look at it.

She had five kids.  She got them all sent here to go to college in the 70s and 80s.  One of her kids is an engineer.  Designs electrical grids.

One of her daughters started a hospice business.   Helps the elderly stay in their homes.   Another daughter works in international banking, making a lot of wealthy white people a lot more wealthy.  

Another son works for a Mom-n-Pop oil company.  Instead of remaining local, he expanded them into Colombia, making all of them a shitload of money.  Her other son owns his own landscaping business.  Works for all the rich houses, museum district.  

Now, THAT son has two daughters.  One of them is a nurse and the other is a dentist.  The nurse is an ICU nurse, and she helped my family as we sat there watching my father die.  She held our hands and she brought us tea and she was there for us.

So, whenever ANYBODY talks about immigrants - either legal or illegal - in the way of "they're taking our stuff" those people need to shut their ignorant mouths, because they have no fucking clue what they're talking about.  Because you never know what these immigrants have done for this country, by having their children or relatives or themselves here, working in our communities, giving back, building whatever, making other people money, or just being the only nurse on the entire floor who actually gives a shit while your father's heart stops and the body grows cold.

So next time you hear somebody talking smack about immigrants, just let them know that their minds are tiny, tiny, tiny, like their black black hearts, and let them know that they will never know just how much an immigrant might have made their lives as good as they are.

Well, at least that's MY take on the whole thing anyway.