One of the things that I’ve said to myself and to people I trust is that I don’t recognize my country anymore. What I mean by that is not just the clear political shift to a socialist, Marxist, authoritarian ruling class, which is defintitely part of it, but also that I see it and experience it in my daily routines, like when I go to the store or to the post office or to the dentist or to a restaurant.
Or when I call number and am told in both English and Spanish which numbers to press.
I came across this article by Peter J. Sandys at American Thinker. A good part of what he wrote resonated so strongly with me that I wanted to share it with you to see what you think. Does it capture what you’re feeling?
For years, the same feeling has haunted the native populations of the Western world: a strange and pervasive sense of dispossession. Anyone walking down the streets of Western cities will not recognize them by their “modern atmosphere” or milieu. Anyone looking at the television screens or listening to the news will not appreciate the strange, politically correct, alien language. Glancing at billboards, watching TV series, soccer games, movies, plays, reading children’s school books, taking the subway, going to train stations and airports, waiting for a daughter or son after school, anyone feels like he or she is no longer in the country they used to know. Accompanying one’s mother to the hospital emergency room, standing in line at the post office or employment office, sitting at a police station or in a courtroom, anyone feels like they are no longer in the country they used to call “home.”
You remember the country you knew as a child, the one your parents and grandparents described. You remember the land you find in films or books, say, the United States, that is both casual and brilliant, literary and scientific, intelligent and original. You remember the land you are desperately looking for everywhere and compare every country to it without ever knowing—the country you hold dear—and that is about to disappear.
You have not moved but feel like you are no longer at home. You have not left your country, but it feels like your country has left you. You feel like a foreigner and outsider in your home—internally banished. For a long time, you believed you were the only one who sees, hears, thinks, and fears that way; you were afraid to say it and ashamed of your impressions and thoughts.
Yes! That’s exactly how I feel, with the exception of the last clause — I’m not at all ashamed of my impressions or thoughts, but I know they are not welcomed. If I said so, I’d immediately be judged as being racist or jingoistic or xenophobic or a white supremacist.
Yet, here I am, saying something.
For a long time, you did not dare to say what you saw, and most importantly, you did not dare to understand what you saw. And then you told your wife, husband, children, friends, colleagues, and neighbors, and then you realized that everyone shared your sense of dispossession. America was no longer America, and everyone had noticed; Britain was no longer Britain, and everybody had observed it. France was no more France, and all had recognized it; Germany was no more Germany, and people had realized it. Europe was no longer Europe, and everyone had seen it.
Of course, they despised you for noticing. The powerful, the establishment, the do-gooders, the journalists, the politicians, the academics, the sociologists, the elite universities, and the religious authorities told you that it was all a delusion, that it was all wrong, that you were all bad. But in time, you understood that they did the deluding; they got it all wrong and harmed you.
We’re not supposed to notice and we’re shamed with the lies above if we do.
I went to my local grocery store the other day and walked in with at least two other people who were speaking to one another in another language I didn’t recognize. I go to my local big box store and the majority of people I’m shopping with are not white. I drive down the streets in my local community and I now regularly see vehicles boasting a large Mexican flag covering the hood, driven by foreigners.
That’s a fact, not a judgement.
The open borders extremists have won. The anti-Americans have won. The globalists have won. The cultural Marxists have won.
The unique American culture that made America strong has all but disappeared. I grieve that.
And I’m angry that Democrats and their weak siblings, the Republicans, did it. Intentionally.
It goes all the way back to Ted Kennedy and the Immigration and Naturalization Act of 1965. You know what he said when he was promoting its passage?
“The bill will not flood our cities with immigrants,” lead supporter Sen. Edward “Ted” Kennedy (D-Mass.) told the Senate during debate. “It will not upset the ethnic mix of our society. It will not relax the standards of admission. It will not cause American workers to lose their jobs.”
Liar.
LIAR!
Just like the Left today, everything they said was a lie.
So, we reap the whirlwind set in motion by the Hart-Celler Act (so named after its two sponsors). Here’s what the act changed:
Quotas based on nation of origin were abolished. For the first time since the National Origins Quota system went into effect in 1921, national origin was no longer a barrier to immigration. “With the end of preferences for northern and western Europeans, immigrants were selected based on individual merit rather than race or national origin,” Chin says. “Accordingly, there were many more immigrants from Asia, Africa and other parts of the world which had traditionally been discriminated against.” The act also established new immigration policies that looked at reuniting families and giving priority to skilled laborers and professionals.
Hey, how’s that “individual merit” going with today’s 15,000 per day crossing the border?
It restricted immigration from Mexico and Central and South America. According to Chin, there were no numerical limitations on immigration until 1921, but Western Hemisphere immigration had been exempt. “Based on the Monroe Doctrine—and the desire for the free flow of labor, especially agricultural labor—there had been no cap under the National Origins Quota System,” he says. “The 1965 act established a cap on Western Hemisphere immigration for the first time. It also followed on the unwise elimination of the [guest worker] Bracero Program in 1964. These decisions disrupted traditional patterns of labor movement and agricultural production in the United States in ways we are still grappling with.”
LOL.
It changed immigration demographics and increased immigrant numbers. According to a report by the Pew Research Center, in 1965, 84 percent of the U.S. population consisted of non-Hispanic whites; in 2015, that number was 62 percent. “Without any post-1965 immigration, the nation’s racial and ethnic composition would be very different today: 75 percent white, 14 percent black, 8 percent Hispanic and less than 1 percent Asian,” the report finds.
As Kennedy said, “It will not upset the ethnic mix of our society.” Not even noticeable. Barely perceptible.
I’ve soured some on Ann Coulter, but she’s still one of the sharpest minds when it comes to “immigration.” From her book, ¡Adios, America!:
It was Teddy Kennedy’s 1965 immigration act that snuffed out the generous quotas for immigrants from the countries that had traditionally populated America—England, Ireland, and Germany—and added “family reunification” policies, allowing recent immigrants to bring in their relatives, and those relatives to being in their relatives, until entire Somali villages have relocated to Minneapolis and Muslim cab drivers are refusing to transport passengers with dogs or alcohol.
Kennedy knew what he was doing, and it was for nefarious purposes: to import Democrat voters. There’s really no other reason to do it.
Progressives destroyed what was the most productive, brilliant, benevolent country in the world. But the end hasn’t come, yet. They will preside over the third-world hellhole they created, and then they will be consumed by it.
If there’s any silver lining here, it’s that I’m unlikely to be around to see it when it happens. But I grieve for my children and for their children. They will never experience a homogenous culture.
