Trouble On The Way
I can hardly write this morning. Like a massive rotating hurricane, —gale force words on immigration surround the eye of this storm. Our newly elected president is the eye. The storm has yet to make landfall. It promises to be a big one, like the one that ripped up New Orleans a few years ago. Farmers in Indiana are already speculating aloud how they are going to harvest their crops without migrant workers come the late summer harvest.
This is a violent storm, conjured up by the accumulated heat of prejudice and racism, all of which is wrapped in a facade of upholding the law. The Head of Homeland Security is quoted as saying to Mexican officials that there would be no “mass deportations” or use of the military. His boss, a few hours later said to business leaders at the White House that “really bad dudes” are being deported at an unprecedented rate. It is impossible to know what is meant by the term “bad dude”. From the speakers context it seems that deportation itself is the baseline for being a bad dude. Anyone caught in the net and put on a plane is a “bad dude.” Then there was the comment that the deportation plan was a military operation.
I once read that an indicator of tyranny and oppression is the desiccation of language, words turned inside out, transmogrified into their opposite meaning.
