On a recent Sunday drive with Ginnie, we entered a town where the houses, for the most part, were in good order, the yards neat and trim, and the neighborhoods generally well cared for. Parents were out in yards playing with children, or doing odd jobs about the house. In more than one instance, we witnessed groups of people working together siding, roofing or fixing up a home. “What a Norman Rockwell picture,” Ginnie commented. “Pure Americana.”
“Do you know what makes this town so attractive?” I asked. “Hispanics. This is a packing-plant town. The majority of workers are Hispanic. A lot of white Americans won’t work in packing plants.”
We entered another town and were shocked by the disorder. It looked like Hurricane Katrina had swept through. There was junk strewn about, no one was out in the yards playing, and at some homes, weeds were growing taller than a man’s head. The city park, if you could call it that, was a trash dump, the streets were full of water-filled potholes, and every other home was a beat up, rusty, window-broken trailer. Packs of mongrel dogs roamed the streets. It was obvious there was no pride in this town. We even saw the proverbial lace-tied shoes thrown over a power line in front of one trailer. “Let’s get out of here,” Ginnie sighed. “It’s scary. No packing plant, no Hispanics, right?”
“Yup. Disgusting.”
I’ve been an insurance salesman for twenty-some years, the early part of it door-to-door insurance sales. It’s safe to say I’ve been in thousands of homes, many of them Hispanic. I want to go on record here by stating that I have never been in a Hispanic home where the people weren’t polite and friendly, the children clean and well dressed, and the homes neat and tidy. Hispanics are, for the most part, God-fearing, conservative, hard working people. Often I am offered something to eat — tacos, enchiladas, tamales. The people seem to sense I’m a big eater and enjoy feeding me.
On the other hand, I have been in way too many homes of White Americans where I had to hold my nose at the door, be careful that I didn’t trip over broken steps, and wonder at the 60-inch television set. And these people would be obese and on welfare. Recently, I called the police after I left a home. A white grandmother was being kept like a prisoner, in a dank, dirty basement, by her children. In another situation, the smell of animal feces was so strong, I had to go home, shower and change clothes before I could go to my next appointment. I’m serious.
I won’t mention any names, but I’m fed up with a certain politician running for president, (his name rhymes with “chump”) who claims Hispanics are rapists and murderers, wants to build a wall at the Mexican border, and deport 12 million hard-working, God-fearing, honest people who are an asset to this country. He sort of reminds me of a certain German dictator who convinced his people that the problem in their country was the Jews.
In my opinion, we should open the borders and let Mexicans in. We need them to save our country! There’s way too much inbreeding in the U.S. We need new blood to mix with the gene pool, and good people to fix up our broken down cities and towns. Hispanics are one of the few people left with true American values: hard work, honesty, and trust in God. Furthermore, our immigrant problem in the United States is small potatoes compared to what’s going on in Europe.
Call me a bleeding-heart liberal if you want, I consider it a compliment.
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