Paradoxes of Faith

 The New York Times is running an article about the continuance of life, work, and the daily grind of day laborers on and near the US-Mexico border after the stifling of a Congressional immigration bill that would have provided refuge for many undocumented laborers in this country, and would have secured a front-door approach for others tempted to hide in the shadows for fear of being hunted down by La Migra, or those crazy white people who think they’re somehow the reincarnation of 18th century New England revolutionaries.  The ironies are astounding, but won’t be mentioned here.  Perhaps later.  

And as we know compassion vacated the premises of the GOP some time ago, it is a monumental disappointment to witness the blue team following in suit.  An excerpt from the article below about migrant labor in San Diego:    

 A crush of migrant workers and day laborers crowd street corners and parking lots and, with a dearth of affordable apartments and farm-worker housing in the area, they drag tarps, crates and spare wood into the hills and canyons for makeshift housing.        

At night they can see the glitter of million-dollar homes that brush against tomato fields and hills and ravines less than a mile away, at a closeness that has made some residents of those homes uncomfortable.

The migrant camps have been vandalized. Anti-immigration groups have protested the migrant workers’ presence.

But men like Mr. Brito keep coming, filling a demand for cheap, convenient labor. He said he never thought legalization would happen for him or his companions, but it is just as well.

“I have my wife and four children in Mexico,” Mr. Brito said, sitting on a roadside crate, waiting for work. “It would be good to be legal, but I am not, and I am still working.”