Illegal Immigration, Open Borders, and Texas

In the beginning there is the fear of terrorists crossing over from Mexico. It's a legitimate fear but one I do not share. Seems to me if the terrorist threat were as real as we've been told the government would have shut down the border with Mexico within months of 9/11 and troops would be at every crossing. Then there's the question of criminals from Latin America permeating the predominantly illegal Hispanic community. Criminals are everywhere, not only in Hispanic communities, and our broken legal system is responsible, not the open borders. Illegal aliens who are criminals are the most "protected," since they get deported rather than prosecuted in our overloaded criminal justice system.

Terrorism and crime are concerns but they're not the real issues. The real issues are these: the existence of millions of illegal immigrants within the country, an open, virtually unguarded border, and a lawless cartel-run mafia that poses as a government in Mexico. These three problems could eventually overshadow all others and lead to either an evolution, a revolution, or a disintegration of American society. The consequences, especially in Texas, could be devastating.

People fear that Mexicans want to "take over." Loud-mouthed Mexican militants say stupid things like this is their land and we should leave. But they are just voices in the wind. All those scrawny, thirsty folks suffocating in the back of trucks or dropping from heat exhaustion across the deserts of the Southwest are not coming here to "take over." If they were revolutionaries they could stir up revolution at home without such hardship. No, they're not coming here to conquer. Neither are they greedy or they would demand far higher wages. Neither are they pompous or proud or militant for they would take our homes and our cars, they would live in bigger, nicer homes with far fewer persons per room. As many of them as there are, they could have their way easily. But instead they take the shacks we don't want, drive the old cars we trade in, work in the back-rooms and kitchens of our fancy restaurants, pick our produce and dig our ditches.