Last night I attended an event which had as its purpose protesting the separation of families at the border by President Trump.
I grew angrier and angrier and then felt I could do nothing but cry.
Not because of the situation at the border which has kept me angry for a good 12 years.
But because the event was an opportunity wasted.
Poems read about Europe in the 1930s.
But no mention of ICE.
Talk of the need for a Democrat blue wave with no apparent knowledge that Bill Clinton, Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, Jeh Johnson, Cecilia Muñoz, were among the architects of the horror we are witnessing.
But no mention of separating Madison County, Alabama from ICE.
No mention of the notorious Etowah Immigrant Detention Center in Gadsden, Alabama at the very moment when there are demonstrations against ICE going on around the country at ICE facilities.
Talk of the moral high ground we think we occupy.
Vapid, pointless signs. (I pulled the one above from the internet.)
No mention of the 400,000 per year quota on deportations.
Which Obama carried out.
No mention of the Federal contract to keep 34,000 beds filled with immigrant detainees each and every day.
Which Obama carried out.
No mention of the separation of 1,000 families by ICE that very day.
And every other day in America.
The bad guys are bad guys out of malice.The good guys are bad guys out of arrogance.
Warren Harding once said, “Its not my enemies that keeping me walking the floor at night. Its my friends. Its my goddam friends.”
ellin jimmerson 