Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:Yes, you are right. As I outlined above, my parents achieved the American dream through reliance on government handouts and instilled the same laziness in me. I have issued and denied thousands of visas and I still maintain that the poorest of the poor cannot get a visa (excluding the Diversity Visa) with a letter from Cousin Emeka or a ream of bank account statements. I support paths to legalization for the law-abiding and especially their children but that does blind me to the basic truth that immigrants who cannot cross on foot at our borders do not, by and large, proportionally represent their countries. You identify yourself as African and thus know better than most how impossibly far out of reach even a plane ticket would be for a truly impoverished person in a certain context. Why pretend that this opportunity is equally available to people from every economic background when you know that is not the case?
As a Black American please allow me to extend my thanks to those hardworking Africans who indirectly, and so nobly, choose to subsidize those of us who "live off the government" through their black market labor that does not drive down wages, but merely 'right prices' them in our economy. I congratulate them on their certain-to-be-fruitful strategy of identifying with White Americans. We hapless native sons and daughters can indeed learn much from them.
Why do you have such a boulder on your shoulder?
Because I am tired of people comparing apples and oranges and reaching predictably flawed conclusions. Like many African Americans I have African friends whom I respect individually. I am fascinated by the things they have to say and their unique perspectives. When I see that Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie has published a story in the New Yorker I flip to the page where it begins right away. I have sent her books to my sisters, mother, and friends. I dated African men and had mostly good experiences. But I do not accept from them, Whites, or anyone else the premise that I, by mere virtue of my Black Americanness, am necessarily their cultural or social inferior. I am very proud to be an American, a black American. There are great things about our country that draw the creme de la creme. My people, my community, and my family are part of that, no matter how we came here, and that is true of people of every ethnic group in the U.S. I will always resist efforts to finesse that reality away.