These monsters — we run out of words, don’t we? — have victimized so many more people this week than the maimed and murdered in France. So many desperate refugees — fleeing monsters like them — will now again drown in the sea, like they have been, or be shot at the borders, or returned to be imprisoned, starved, tortured, sold into sexual slavery, and barrel-bombed.
That so many in the US are now agitating not to accept refugees breaks my heart. You aren’t wrong about the security risk. But as someone whose entire neighborhood was just turned into an abattoir — as someone who could easily have been in any of those places — I still say: Find a way. We’re America. We’re this country, remember?
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door. ….
We can’t check their backgrounds? Then find another way to give them safe shelter. We can’t save them all? Then save their children, save the women, as many as we can without drowning along with them. The Saudis won’t let them in? Since when do we point our moral compass to Mecca? What are we protecting, if not a civilization that is better than theirs?
What country, by the nature of your error,
Should give you harbor? Go you to France or Flanders,
To any German province, to Spain or Portugal,
Nay, any where that not adheres to England,—
Why, you must needs be strangers. Would you be pleased
To find a nation of such barbarous temper,
That, breaking out in hideous violence,
Would not afford you an abode on earth,
Whet their detested knives against your throats,
Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God
Owed not nor made not you, nor that the claimants
Were not all appropriate to your comforts,
But chartered unto them, what would you think
To be thus used? This is the strangers’ case;
And this your mountanish inhumanity.
Don’t let them keep killing. We must protect their victims.
On another note, after more than two months of relative calm, fighting is starting up again in eastern Ukraine. Of course it is. Putin’s got Europe on his side now. If I were a hardcore conspiracy theorist, I would wonder if this was the plan, but I’m not. Sometimes awful things happen by luck and accident. But these monsters have also condemned Ukraine, working splendidly with Putin’s opportunism.
So much damage done by a handful of monsters.