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If you build it they will come.

The Arizona-Mexico border fence near Naco

Reuters  i mage 2013

Has the dam really burst and is there immigrant flooding along the where the wall will be built?

U.S. Homeland Security Secretary John Kelly told a Senate panel on Wednesday that apprehensions of undocumented immigrants along the U.S.-Mexico border was below 17,000 in March, marking the least migration since at least 2000.

 

Guest Article: Cowardice is Not our Way

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About Sean Sean Patrick Hughes is a writer, veteran and special needs parent. As a veteran of Operations Iraqi and Enduring Freedom, he served ten years on active duty and completed three deployments, receiving the Bronze Star for his service in Iraq. Sean lives in Southern California with his wife and three sons. He’s a graduate of the United States Naval Academy and The University of San Diego School of Business. Today he leads high performing teams in the consumer technology industry in California. He’s a veterans advocate and Co-founder of the non-profit corporation, Care For Us, (www.care4us.org) which specializes in providing support, education and advocacy for special needs parents.

BY ON JANUARY 28, 2017

The war started for me while I ate dinner in the  wardroom of the USS John Paul Jones, floating somewhere in the Arabian Gulf. I was with my roommate, eating before the rest of the crew so we could turn over the watch in time for the off going team to get chow. He was going down to the bowels of the ship to run the combat information center. I was going up to the bridge to drive. The phone rang at the captains seat. My roommate answered.  Said “ok”. And hung up.

“Someone just flew a plane into the World Trade Center.” he said.

That’s all we knew. I went upstairs and took control of the ship. Minutes later, the phone in front of the captains chair rang. It was my roommate down below.

“Someone just flew a plane into the other tower. The towers have fallen.”

I hung up the phone and looked around the bridge at the other men. They were kids. So was I. My feet felt like they were frozen to the deck. A hand on my shoulder snapped me out of it. It was the captain. He handed me a yellow sticky with some coordinates.

“Get all four engines online. Get us there.” Then he climbed up into his seat on the right side of the bridge and sat down. That’s when I heard it. Over the marine band radio, the ones we used to talk to the other ships and boats in the area. We heard laughing. And cheering. And music. As the towers fell, we heard cheers of joy.

A little over a month later, the first shot in the war rumbled out of the forward missile launchers of my ship. I watched it from the same place I was standing when the towers fell. That night, as I went to sleep, safe in my stateroom, I had two thoughts before I drifted off. The first was that we were at war with an entire region and maybe even a religion. And the second was that I never again wanted to fight it from the safety of a ship.

The next day, my ship was on the cover of every newspaper in the world.

I returned to that part of the world a few years later for my second deployment. This time I was with a very different group and had a very different mission. The details of the what and the who aren’t important. But what I learned is.

The end to a hard nights work in that life was always signaled by the same two things. The light purple glow on the horizon of the dry flat earth. And the wailing of the call to prayer. One particular morning, as that low droning sound washed over my team, one of the young officers from the partner unit my team worked with looked at me. He was a Muslim. And he was born and raised in the area we worked in.

“I wonder what that sounds like to you Lieutenant.” He smiled. “It sounds like God to me.” He was giving me a hard time. It was the type of thing you say to a friend.

My team conducted dozens of operations to fulfill objectives of the Global War on Terrorism on that deployment. My Muslim counterpart, and his team of Muslims, Christians and others were shoulder to shoulder with me on every one. I’d go back a third time a few years later. Hundreds of missions that time. On every one of them, a Muslim was the first one through the door. Sometimes, they were the only ones through the door.

Lying in my bed in my stateroom, ten years earlier, I’d gotten it wrong. We weren’t at war with a region. Or a religion. We were at war in a region that had a religion. And the Muslim men and women that fought with me were fighting because the first countries that radical Muslim terrorists invaded, was their own.

I’m not naive. I know there are people over there that don’t love America. There are people that hate America there. There’s more that hate her than love her. I’m confident that there were even men I fought along side who hated America, and eventually wound up on the other side after I left. But there are also people over there that are just trying to get through this life in one piece. And feed their families. And keep them alive. And they don’t give a rip about anything other than that.

Now, we don’t have to do anything for them. They aren’t American citizens. They aren’t protected by the laws of America. And who does and doesn’t enter the country is every bit the prerogative of the executive branch of the United States Government, whose leader we just elected. Much of America is just waking up to the fact that, in the domain of immigration, the actions of our previous leaders were governed more by the societal norms of decency, charity and global leadership than they were by laws. And when it comes to immigration, the president can pretty much do whatever he wants, within the bounds of the very few laws that dictate how we address other people in other places. And we’re all realizing now that the choice we made this November was that decency, charity and global leadership are no longer a part of the American message to the rest of the world.

And maybe that’s fine. Maybe we should be ok with that in order to preserve our safety and our way of life.

Wrong.

As for our safety: One third of one percent of murders in America come from terrorist related violence. No fatal terrorist attacks in America have ever been conducted by someone coming from one of the seven countries for which we just banned the entry of refugees. And we are several times more likely to drown in a bathtub than be killed by a terrorist.

As for our way of life: We cast off the rule of the most powerful empire the world had ever seen by waging a bloody war against them because they taxed us without due representation. 18,000 of us died in a day at Antietam in a war to preserve our union and destroy the institution of slavery. We led the largest invasion in the history of man over the beaches at Normandy to free a continent we didn’t live on. And we put a man on the moon using slide rules and a pencil. That’s our way of life. That’s America.  She does not hide behind a wall like a coward.

If appealing to your long lost inner sense of courage isn’t enough, I’ll appeal to your sense of utility. The most strategic territory in a war with a non-state actor is the six inches between the ears of the people they pretend to represent. We just lost every inch of it. And gained nothing in return.

I can stand for a lot of things. An America that’s lost her nerve ins’t one of them. The world is watching.

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Posted by on January 28, 2017 in immigration, Uncategorized