Lou Dobbs Is An Immigrant

I’m female, seen by almost everybody who knows me as white. I’m over sixty, disabled, and living in poverty. I am very liberal. I was raised by a pioneering feminist and political activist. I have many years of college under my belt, but I have no degree. And since I skipped my senior year of high school to attend the University of Utah a year early, I have no high school diploma. I’m basically a very well-educated high school drop out. And I am descended from the Choctaw.

My blood line has been watered down by immigrant white men from the British Isles. The whole “illegal immigrant” hysteria pisses me off more than I can say. Every time I hear some nut-job on the right, whine about “illegals,” I scream obscenities at the television. Every brown person living on this continent whose family line leads back ten generations or more is a Native “American.” The rest of you are all immigrants. You, Lou Dobbs, are an immigrant. My people did not invite your ancestors. And relatives of ours go back 13,000 years on this continent. You have such short memories, you white guys, you think two hundred and fifty years is an eternity. It’s the blink of an eye. Soon, we will all be a little browner. It will be helpful in dealing with the ecological nightmare we are facing, thanks to you immigrant white guys and your rape, pillage, and plunder ethos. Greed and ruthless shortsightedness is your Achilles heel.

I did not think I would live long enough to see a political season such as this. Republicans booing their presumptive nominee for President at CPAC this week at their annual meeting when he mentioned his plan for dealing with the problem of illegal immigration. Apparently these booing Republicans, immigrants every one, want to ship all the brown peoples from South of the border, who do the real labor—low wage, no benefits, the kind of work that makes you sweat, and takes more skill that any of you want to admit, back to their country of origin. Well I got news for you, this is their country of origin. This is their continent. They belong here. This is home.

But I have to admit, I do love the sight of you squabbling over every little thing we, the “legal” and I might add, voting part of the population have hated about the eight years of “conservatism,” under your guy, George W. Bush. You, at CPAC, represent the very bums we want to through out. The harder John McCain tries to please you, to cozy up to you, the worse he’s going to look to the rest of us. So keep it up. It only helps my tribe.