I do not understand the attitude of those on the left regarding the recnt moves by the state of Arizona to curtain illegal immigration. If the truth be told, we are all immigrants. The only true Americans who can claim status as natives, are the Native American people.
My grand parents came to this country in the early part of the 20th Century. My mother’s side of the family came to my hometown from Quebec Canada to help fill the need for labor in the textile mills which my hometown was known for. I do not know much about my father’s family. One of my great grandparents became a farmer in a nearby town after escaping from the Ukraine. My grandfather immigrated from Poland. On my mother’s side, the Theriens, my grandmother;s family, settled into the French speaking community. My grandfather would come later. They raised seven children. One died as a child, one died in a car accident, and I have no record of the others. My uncle Jean and my mother stayed in my hometown.
My parents met shortly after WWII. My dad left school just before the end of WWII to enter the Navy. He never made it overseas, as the war would come to an end as he was in training. My mother dropped out of high school and found work in the dye houses which served the textile mills. They met after the war and were married in 1952. My parents were both bi ligual. During visits to my dad’s side, I would hear Polish, while French dominated the conversation with my mother’s relatives. While I did manage to retain some French, the Polish language escaped me. I did however inherit a love of languages.
Family gatherings were always difficult for us. We were caught between two cultures. I was not until after my dad’s death in 1971,that our family ever felt a sese of unity. I am the oldest of three children. My sister and brother remain in the area to this day. Both have had their own success and their families. My sister has two children, both of whom are Americans by birth and culture. For reasons of my own, I chose to leave the are and settle here in Springfield with my wife and our animals.
My point is that while I am proud of my background, I am an American. I am a product of a mixture of cultures. I am the product of people who entered this country legally, who worked to build it, and who themselves became American citizens.
I see no problem with legal immigration. We will always need to be open to those seeking freedom and who wish to pursue a dream. We must, however honor the dreams of those who came before. To do this we need three things, border controls, an English language requirement, and a limit on the numbers of those we allow into the coutry legally.
A country without borders soon loses it’s identity. With no restrictions, would the Southwest become part of Mexico? Would New England become a Canadian territory? Would the Southeast become a haven for Cuban? It would be too easy to break up what we spent too many years to build.
A common language serves to unite our nation. The English language makes it possible for us to communicate from border to border and sea to shining sea. A Texan can talk with a California native, and I can speak comfortably with my friends from any part of the U.S from my home here in Massachusetts. Those who cannot or will not learn the language condemn themselves to life within their ghettos. They hold themselves out of mainstream America. My decendents had no choice, they had to learn English or starve. They chose to learn. I favor a mandatory use of the English language by all government agencies. All new immigrants must be proficient in the language.
Limiting legal immigration is my last point. We need people, we need talented hard working people, but we only need so many. Strict limits on legal immigration would allow those here to become part of the culture. They would find useful work and become productive residents. If for some reason,they cannot find work legally then they should return to their native countries.
I am a proud American. I thank God that I was born here. I will do everything in my pwer to keep our flag flying high. A symbol of freedom to it;s citizens and a becon of light to the world. John
