The coyotes did tell them lies to get them to emigrate. They decided to leave Central America and in many cases travelled a thousand miles before they met a Mexican coyote.
The coyotes did tell them lies to get them to emigrate. They decided to leave Central America and in many cases travelled a thousand miles before they met a Mexican coyote.
Sure, so they had this fantasy of "The American Dream" in their head when they started their journey, and then the rude awakening was when they were torn from their children and their children were abused in ways that most good people wouldn't abuse animals. I guess that's a "good" concentration camp. I'm sure that's what they expected when they crossed the border. Losing their children and having their children abused was exactly why they crossed the border.
"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it--every, every minute?" Emily Webb, Our Town
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As always there are a few people that were not only born without a empathy gene but think mistreating children is fine. Blame poor desperate starving parents for trying to feed their kids and have a better life. Europeans came legally and illegally for the same reason many years ago. Most of us are descendants of them.
Jane is pointing out that among people hired, or at least selected for, high level positions in the trump administration a significantly higher portion of them have issues of domestic violence or have been indicted/convicted of felonies since accepting their positions, as compared to the general population of the country.
Apparently torturing small children is more expensive than treating them humanely. Like I said at the beginning, cruelty is entirely the point of this. Apparently trump and his supporters think kids with brown skin from other countries don't have heartbeats.
https://www.nbcnews.com/storyline/im...EyO_dFqG6RpV5I
Kishi Bashi, violinist, singer/songwriter... I was listening & watching videos on YouTube related to his album "Omoiyari"...
Kishi Bashi observed that today humanity is locked in a struggle "between cruelty and compassion".
I find myself humming at the end of day a wobbly song, originally written by a French transportation worker, en route to a new life in England after the bloody week in May 1871 that crushed the Paris Commune.
...'Tis the final conflict,
Let each stand in his place...
My mom’s grandfather came illegally from Germany. He was in the German army in winter with no boots. He was freezing and starving. He had a twin brother with a wife and baby and they all had passports. His brother told him to travel with his family and mail the passport back once he was here.
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