Writer’s Note: This marks the first time I’ve written about the events of September 11, 2001. I resided at 1201 South Eads Street, located in the Crystal City section of Arlington, Virginia. My ninth-floor residence at The Bennington overlooked the Pentagon. I remember that morning.
I follow politics because it’s great entertainment. It’s the national theater of our society — and there’s a performance every day and night.
Photo by Charles Clyde Ebbets (1933)
Labor Day means to recognize and applaud the working class who built this country with their caloused hands, leathered skin, and broken backs — and who now strive to ensure that our society remains vibrant. This day serves as a reminder that the American middle class was created largely by the efforts of those in the labor movement during the first half of the 20th Century.
The time has come to get rid of immigrants!
That’s right — throw them out!
Who do they think they are — taking over our country?
Millions of foreign-looking people arrive on our shores without ever being invited. They hang onto their old customs. They won’t speak our language. They refuse to assimilate into our society. They take over our neighborhoods. They steal our jobs.
I don’t like what these new immigrants are doing to our nation. Wherever they go, crime increases. Wherever they live, filth and disease follows. They bring guns, drugs, and violence.
Oddly enough, these same toxic words could have written back in 1830 by someone else.
I wonder what this man would think about the issue of immigration in America:
This poster shows the face of an Indian chief railing against new immigrants. I thought the poster was thought provoking, so I put my own twist on the issue.