Speaking as a lawyer who has done two political asylum cases, an adjustment of status for a woman tricked into marrying an abusive American husband (he didn’t start beating her until she’d been here about three months), and a number of other immigration-related matters, I suggest that all these hypotheticals about “people sneaking into your house” and “eating your food” are propounded by folks who don’t actually know any immigrants.
How about this for a hypothetical? Suppose your next-door neighbor rang your bell in the middle of the night to announce that she was being beaten and tortured in her own home for expressing perfectly ordinary views–and that she couldn’t get any help from the police because the head of her household WAS the police. She begs you for sanctuary and protection.
I take it your answer would be: “Did you walk across my lawn? I’m calling the cops!”
I’m not saying that every alien who shows up with a horrific tale is telling the truth, and in fact have turned down cases where I felt the immigrant was lying–or at least exaggerating.
But try–really try–to imagine that there are places in the world where it doesn’t help to lead a decent and honest life, where it is extremely dangerous to believe in democracy and freedom, where the people running the government are as savage and cruel as the head of a drug cartel, and will take whatever you have–including your property and your life–on the slightest pretext or for no reason at all.
Because there are places like that: Algeria, and Haiti, and Cameroon, and Sierra Leone, and Zimbabwe, and the Sudan.
And when you meet actual immigrants from those places, you don’t think of them as “sneaking in.” You think of them as being very,very brave people who made a choice to live instead of to die, and who came to ask for a very minor thing: the right to live here and work and raise kids and live in peace and pay taxes and eventually become citizens and vote. In other words, to contribute to our society–not to steal from it.
The immigrants I have represented have done exactly that: they have worked (hard!) and paid taxes and rasied beautiful children and gotten educated and for at least one of them, I have had the pleasure of attending the naturalization ceremony.
They are EXACTLY the kind of folks I want as neighbors and friends and Americans.
All of the garbage being spouted about why we, the “real” Americans, can’t absorb any more of “Them” was said about the Irish…and the Italians…and the Chinese…and the Japanese.
It wasn’t true then (okay, it’s true that some immigrant Irish had never seen a bathtub before, but that’s a cultural matter)–and it’s not true now.