To live without love is a mistake

 

Feb. 9, 2025   Dr. Roger Ray

 

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In honor of Valentine’s Day, I would like to share with you a short poem which is, to put it mildly, my favorite love poem. If you look it up, you will find it all over the internet attributed to Frida Kahlo, who most certainly is not the author. It is such a great poem, originally written in Spanish, that few people would accept that it was written by a Latina grad student in Texas, but, Estefanía Mitre is the author of this magical piece, in which she asserts:

 

“You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled,

with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste

and the demons that won’t let you sleep.
You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe,

who can consume this world whole

if he walks hand in hand with you;

someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin.
You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you,

who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes

and never gets tired of studying your expressions.
You deserve a lover who listens when you sing,

who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom;

who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall.
You deserve a lover who takes away the lies

and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.”

 

Three or four cars ago, I indulged a long-postponed dream. When my daughter had become a licensed driver and had a car of her own, and I no longer had to haul her and a half a dozen of her friends around town, I traded my Volvo station wagon in for a 2-seater convertible. It caused a buzz in the church, of course, in much the way that growing a beard or wearing a suit that is not black or navy blue causes a stir. They said it was a Mid-life crisis, a childish indulgence, but call it whatever you want . . . I loved it.

In fact, I loved it so much that after about a month of driving it, I called the used car dealer where I had bought it to thank him for selling it to me and to tell him how happy it had made me. There was silence on the other end of the line, finally he said, “And?” “That’s it,” I said, “I just wanted to thank you again for selling it to me.”

This gray-haired old hand in the car industry had evidently never sold a used car and had the buyer call and say, “thank you.” He was sincerely speechless. Experience had taught him to expect the worst. If you get a call from someone who just bought a used car from you, it was bound to be a complaint because people don’t call used car salesmen with good news.

Oddly enough, being a minister is a lot like being a used car salesman. No one ever scheduled an appointment with me to tell me that their kids are doing well in school, that they have never had a run-in with the law, and that they are dating the most charming and intelligent people. No one ever drops by to say, “Just wanted to let you know that my wife and I are more hopelessly in love than we were ten years ago when you married us.”

Of course, I have no idea how many married couples are really happy, or how many are just quietly tolerating one another. I’m afraid that many settle into a kind of quiet acquiescence. The thrill is gone, the passion as cooled, and, over time, even the curiosity goes away as you become so familiar with one another that you not only finish one another’s sentences, but you can become irrationally irritated by the fact that she is always losing her keys, and he never remembers to lock the back door.

 

Poets and playwrights have always waxed eloquent about romantic love, but in all honesty, for most of human history, being in love or being happy was not all that relevant in marriage. Most marriages were either directly arranged or substantially arranged and couples stayed together out of a survival need as much as for religious values or reputation.

 

When homes were lit by oil lamps, food was cooked on a wood fire stove, and clothes were washed in a tub and hung on a clothesline to dry, whether your husband had gotten a little big in the middle or your wife’s breasts sagged was not something you spent time worrying about. A hundred years ago, pastors did not hear many couples coming in to complain that there were just not happy… that their marriage wasn’t fulfilling. In the days before refrigeration, they had to worry more about whether the meat in the smokehouse was safe and edible and whether their old horse was going to make it through another winter.

 

It was World War II that began to see the American family in rapid evolution. Women were forced from their homes into offices and manufacturing floors. Prior to the war, women mostly had contact with their family and a few neighbors and church members but in the world of commerce in the midst of global conflict, and their world had changed, and they were not necessarily eager to go back to the old ways when the war was over.

 

I wasn’t alive then but I grew up hearing sermons and religious debates that were focused on getting women back into their homes.

A married woman with children who tried to keep a career was portrayed as being inherently irresponsible, wayward, maybe even sinful.

 

My father came home from the war and got a job with the newly formed Rural Electrification Corporation, the REA, and for the next 40 years he was involved with stretching the copper wires that made modern life, with all of its labor-saving appliances and conveniences possible. My mother bounced back and forth between being a fulltime housewife or being a secretary at our church.

 

This time period when genders mixed more not only saw the divorce rate rise, but in recent years, it has seen more and more people choosing to live alone. More than half of Americans are not married now. Women no longer need a husband to bring home the bacon, chop the fire wood, and slaughter the pig and they don’t even need a husband to have and raise a child. And I don’t need someone to iron my clothes, cook my dinner, or explain to me why almost everything that I say or do is wrong . . . maybe that was just my home life. I don’t mean to speak for you.

 

I am generalizing, of course, but for most of human history, family stability was largely maintained by the fact that there was no other practical choice. Families stayed together for unconscious psychological reasons, being the pack animals that we are, but we also stayed together out of economic necessity and for sheer survival. For the most part, that chapter of human history is in the past.

 

Now couples largely stay together because they choose to do so. So why do they choose to do so? There is a lot of sexual impulse that we inherit through evolution and that is certainly a big part of it, at least in the beginning. But this is one thing that same sex couples and opposite sex couples have in common: sexual frequency starts at a high point and declines pretty quickly. It may be uncomfortable to talk about, but it is a nearly universal event.

 

There is an old Italian proverb that says: In the first five years of marriage, you are lovers. In the second five years you are friends. In the third five years you become like brother and sister. And in the next five you become like two sisters. Now, as we tend to live longer than our ancestors, the question we might pose to anyone who starts towards marriage after their child bearing years are past and when their careers have peaked or been put to bed, what is it that would make you sacrifice your independence and some measure of your self determination to enter into a seven-day-a-week partnership under one roof? 

 

Again, I think of this on a personal level. Having spent most of my adult life as a single person, what would make me ever change my marital status? What would make it worth it?  And I have an answer for that. Meaning.

There was a wonderful moment in Robin William’s movie, the Dead Poets’ Society, in which he tells his students, “Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”

 

My late parents were married for more than 60 years, and I do not doubt that there were moments of real emotional connection between them, but as an observer of nearly 50 of those years, their marriage was about function. They were Puritans with a Protestant work ethic that would have killed Paul Bunyan.

They worked, and cleaned, and cooked, and mowed, they planted, harvested, canned, and froze, but what I never saw them do was read to one another. If it were not for the daily newspaper that each held in silence before going to bed, I would not have been sure that they even knew how to read. And, really, if you know how to read but you just don’t, how is that different from being illiterate?

 

My parents and most of their generation, were focused on function, sometimes, just survival. They obeyed the laws, paid their taxes, raised their children, went to church. They retired quietly so that they could criticize the government full time until, in the fullness of time, or maybe a decade later, they passed away. I would like to believe that their 60 days together gave their life a lot of meaning but a marriage like theirs does not look attractive to me.

 

I have been single for 30 years. I tried hard to make marriage work and since my divorce, I have dated and a couple of times I have even felt some hope that we might make it to the altar. But being past the time of thinking about having children, I have held out for a relationship that would be a marriage of equals, a real partnership that was intellectually, spiritually, and even politically compatible, but even more, absolutely dripping with romance. And that, I have not found, in spite of a lot of looking and disappointing trial and error.

 

At my age, giving up would have seemed to be the most logical option but I will share with you that this Valentine’s message is pre-recorded because I am spending this time in Thailand with my significant other whom I hope will only continue to be my more and more significant other until we make the final decision to cast aside caution and tie the knot.

 

Hui is 56 and has never been married. I am 68 and have never had what anyone could call a “successful” relationship but we are both nervously and enthusiastically getting closer to making that hand in hand jump off the cliff.

 

Those who have been listeners of mine for more than a few years know that I generally return to the writings of the great Dane, Soren Kierkegaard when life gets real. The most influential thing in Kierkegaard’s life was his broken engagement to the woman he loved more than life, Regine Olson. Kierkegaard was, it is fair to say, psychologically a mess. He was cursed with severe depression, but he loved Regine and found reason for hope and joy in her. But his depression made him doubt that he could make her happy and so he broke off their wedding plans and left the country for a couple of years to let her get on with her life. Which, she did.

 

Kierkegaard was the one who couldn’t get on with his life. He obsessed about her. Wrote books about the painful choice of between being a philosopher or a husband. At long last, he decided to go back to Copenhagen and ask Regine to take him back, only to discover that she had married someone else while Soren had been in Berlin obsessing about his own issues.

 

He wrote in his journal, shortly before his untimely death, “To live without love is a mistake for which there is no reparation, either in this life or in the life to come.”

I have returned to that quote over and over these past three decades. I have felt the desire to share life meaningfully with a partner but my own perfectionism has kept me from ever allowing myself to take that step.

I’m not sure that I have really moved past that perfectionism but, I believe that I have found someone so nearly perfect that she can help me to finish the journey.

 

Because, men and women, believe me, to live without love is a mistake. Single life has its moments, but none of them rival being in love. To wall ourselves off from meaningful connection is a mistake for which there is no reparation either in this life or in the life to come.

 

So, I cling to a bit of poetry. The whole of the verse is magical, but it ends, as good poems always do, in breath-taking crescendo:

 

“You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.”

You deserve a lover who brings you coffee, the most basic and mundane act of grace in a sleepy household. The first one up brings the other a cup of  “wake up, it’s morning.” It is just the civil thing to do. But it is a hero who takes away the lies of the world, who is strong enough to bring you hope. Hope is not a cup of coffee. Hope is defiance in the face of contrary evidence. It is a reason to believe even when the world is dark and full of lies.

But a lover who will read poetry to you, that is a lover who will share their heart. Who will let you see their weakness and their brilliance. Someone who will read poetry to you as you drift off to sleep will be there in the morning, and will bring you coffee when you are in your last days, and you will greet your mortality with contentment.

Four More Years?

Four More Years?      January 26, 2025     Dr. Roger Ray. 

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Last week we saw the inauguration of Donald Trump as the 47th president of the United State. This event has left many of us almost gasping for air as the impossible has become, not just possible, but inevitable. I would say that it was a bit like Alice falling down a rabbit hole but more accurately, this is rather more like Lewis Carrol’s second novel in which Alice returns to Wonderland by going through a mirror. In Through the Looking Glass, she finds a world of opposites in which everything is reversed, particularly, logic.  Nothing about Trump’s election makes any sense. In a contest between a pretty good candidate and Trump, who had demonstrated that he was the most inept, idiotic president in American history, whose candidacy had been reviled by some of his own family members and most of the people who had worked in his previous administration, there is no way that anyone could have logically voted for him, and yet, by the smallest of margins, he has slithered back into office.

 

News outlets have tried to stoke up our sense of horror and shock with each cabinet appointment he makes, with each crazy sounding policy recommendation from tariffs to deportations, but, honestly, who can even feign shock at this point? If you put a clown on the throne, the clown does not suddenly become a king, the palace just becomes a circus.

I never managed to sit through the whole of the 2006 comedy, Idiocracy, in which an average soldier is put into hibernation and then forgotten until he is awakened in a distant and bleak future in which the world is run by total morons, making the main character, the smartest man in the world.

The premise is funny, in a way, but who wants to be aware in a world full of idiots . . . because that is the nightmare in which we are all consigned to share for the next few years.

 

I am profoundly disappointed that Trump was even allowed to run for office again. Why wasn’t he put in prison four or five years ago? I’m brokenhearted by the realization that our judicial system is so inept, so feckless, that when things as egregious the January 6th Insurrection, when Trump tried to incite a violent revolution to overthrow the American government so that he could stay in office, there are no consequences. And the recording we all heard of his conversation with Brad Raffensperger, trying to steal the election in Georgia, and the classified documents he hid in a bathroom, stealing nuclear secrets and military battle strategies, not to mention the hundreds of millions of dollars he took in illegal emoluments while in office. None of this should have been difficult to charge and take to trial but they literally let the clock run out on these stunning crimes so that a traitor, a thief, could run for office again and win. He was tried and found guilty of rape but somehow, he is just too important to be punished for rape?

 

So, sure, Trump is not just a horrible person and a dumpster fire as a president, but somehow none of this mattered to the majority of American voters. Lewis Carol couldn’t have smoked enough opium to imagine this world of opposite logic, but this is the Idiocracy that we now live in. It is not hyperbole to say that America is no longer a constitutional republic or democracy. We may be an oligarchy but we are verging on a monarchy that has a divine right of kings.

 

In 2016, I consoled myself with the belief that he would be impeached early in his term in office. Such hopes were venial then and entirely improbable now.

Somehow, with his appointments in the Department of Justice or with Democratic appointments, there is no justice for Donald Trump.

 

The media has been captured by Trump’s antics for 9 years now . . . realizing that they are boring their audience and losing their relevance, but they have not been able to tear their constant gaze away. Even during the final months of 2024, as his cabinet nominations rolled out, each more shocking and insane than the last, we couldn’t seem to break out of his orbit.

 

And it was a disgusting string of appointments, almost all based on people he had seen on TV praising him. He is a predictable narcissist. People like Matt Gaetz, and his replacement, Pam Bondi, both election deniers, criminals and worse, but they have constantly found themselves in front of a camera, fawning over Trump. And his nomination for Secretary of Defense, Pete Hegseth, the Fox News weekend host, has no relevant training or management experience and yet he is being proposed to manage the largest organization in the world because he has, week after week, praised Trump on TV, with some people saying that his show always just had an audience of one…. Trump, endlessly addicted to looking into a mirror.

 

Nominating dog shooting Kristi Noam, and TV snake oil salesman, Dr. Oz to positions of responsibility? Honestly, I don’t care if Oprah did make him famous, if you ever actually listened to Dr. Oz on TV and you didn’t hear a voice inside your head saying, “Quack, quack, quack,” them I am afraid that your critical thinking skills should be reported as “missing.”

 

As democrats have tried to do their post-election autopsy to figure out what they did wrong and how they have to reposition themselves, one of the consistent pieces of advice has been to stop talking down to Trump voters as if we thought they were ignorant. Well, maybe as a tactic, but the fact is that we do think that they are ignorant. There is no secret why pollsters always make note of who voters with no college degree vote for and who voters with advanced education vote for.

 

People without much formal education are not only more likely to vote for an idiot like Trump but they also, make less money. College grads earn, on average, twice as much as high school drop-outs and one and half times as much as those with only a high school diploma. They also live, on average, 7 years less than college grads because they tend to be employed in higher risk jobs. They are also 4 to 5 times more likely to die of a drug overdose. I get that we need to not be condescending to Trump voters if we want them to start being better at voting, but denying reality is nothing more than a technique. If you voted for Trump, that was a remarkably stupid vote with virtually no credible way of defending it. You have the right to make a bad choice, obviously, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was a stunningly stupid choice.

 

OK, you were upset about inflation at the grocery stores . . . tell me about grocery prices after Trump deports 80% of our agriculture labor and then slaps a big tariff on imported foods. I hope you like ramen noodles because you have some tough shopping in your future.

 

In sum, Trump is just a child. He doesn’t have the attention span to actually look at resumes and plan an administration. He sees the world as a reality TV show and he wants people who look like the central casting part and who suck up to him.

He is just a spoiled child, and we just need to get over obsessing about him. He is dangerous, we can’t entirely ignore him, but we can certainly stop acting shocked when he does something stupid. Stupid is his only feature, not a flaw.

 

Even the famous MSNBC couple, Joe and Mika, have made a trip to Mar-a-lago trying to negotiate a fresh start with Trump, because just waking up to those two screaming at the cameras every day will run off their remaining audience. We’re tired of Trump, we’re tired of being angry, and we are through trying to muster the hope that someone in the department of Justice or the Senate will rid us of this trash. It isn’t going to happen, and we just have to try to survive this absurd administration with good humor.

I love reading the British journalist, Ed Luce, but I like listening to him even more. He always sounds like a Shakespearian actor scolding the United States for whatever mess we have most recently created . . . I can’t explain why a classy reprimand feels better than a straight up slap in the face but somehow it does. A couple of weeks after the election, Ed Luce wrote this:
“It is time to study Caligula. That most notorious of Roman emperors killed what was left of the republic and centralised authority in himself. Donald Trump does not need to make his horse a senator; it will be enough to keep appointing charlatans to America’s great offices of state. Rome was not destroyed by outsiders. Its demolition was the work of barbarians from within.  The question of whether Trump consciously wants to destroy the US federal government is irrelevant. You measure a leader by his actions not by his heart.

To judge from what Trump has done within a fortnight of winning the presidency, his path is destruction.”

 

What I am trying to convey to you today is this: Much of what was said in the final months of 2024 is still true. Trump is a danger to democracy. He is a threat to the integrity of NATO and hence the sovereignty of Ukraine, and the safety of Poland. He could tip the Chinese hesitance about invading Taiwan towards a bold military conquest. His administration will certainly be a threat to environmental health, renewable energy, civil rights, and the rule of law. All of this is true and yet, surrender is not a viable option.

 

Trump will be an even worse president in 2025 than he was in 2017 and the modern world is in danger, but we can acknowledge this without giving our tacit approval or acting like we are willing to simply be resigned to it. We do need to tone down our rhetoric, and to do what we can to bridge the ideological gap between those who love American democracy and those who are willing to sell their birthright for a cheaper bowl of beans.

 

I am sorry that he will take office again at the sunset of my own career. I intend to keep posting new messages for as long as our online church remains fiscally solvent but I suspect that 2025 will see us closing up shop. So, I am going to focus on speaking about spiritual virtues more than dwelling on the failings and disappointments of right wing political madness.

 

It is not the only response needed in these times but at least a part of preserving what is good about America in the 21st century is to be found in our resolve to be better people . . . more compassionate, more patient, more loving, and even more generous.

 

To that end, my next sermon will be posted on February 9th, the week of Valentine’s Day, and so I will take that opportunity to talk about being in love.

The Economics of Immigration

The Economics of Immigration     January 12, 2025   Dr. Roger Ray

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Politicians and priests use fear to manipulate people. Fear is a primal emotion. Traditional religions use fear of divine punishment to keep people in their pews and to fill their donation baskets. Progressives tend to dismiss belief in hell and many of us, me included, dismiss any belief in an afterlife. Hence, fear-filled evangelical churches are full and progressive churches tend to be tiny if they exist at all. Motivating religious people by encouraging compassion and generosity just doesn’t have the same motivational power as pitchforks and burning lakes of fire. Religious people invented this non-existent hell so that they could offer the only known insurance against it without ever having to provide any evidence for the existence of hell or any evidence for the efficacy of the cure that they offered. It is the biggest scam in history but maybe only slightly ahead of politicians who promot fear of immigrants.

 

When Donald Trump took his famous escalator ride in 2015 to announce his candidacy for the presidency, he was such an unlikely and comical candidate that he had to hire unemployed actors to come and swell the crowd in Trump Tower to fake enthusiasm. But he filled his announcement with fear baiting statements about illegal immigrants, suggesting that they were criminals, rapists, drug dealers, and a threat to everyday Americans. It was an absurd and obviously racist ploy but, as Mark Twain allegedly said, “A lie told and stuck to is as good as the truth.” And in politics, a lie told and repeated often enough, becomes the truth in the minds of many voters. 

 

It is not unlike the lie about the existence of an eternal hell filled with impossible pain and torture. Most of the time, when traditional religious people have heard me say that what they have been told about hell is entirely fictious, that it is a preposterous lie for which there has never been a grain of evidence or the slightest reason to believe that it exists, they get angry at me! As if they want to hold onto their fear of being tortured for all eternity for having lascivious thoughts about their middle school English teacher . . . or maybe you didn’t go to school when young teachers wore miniskirts and high heeled boots?

 

People have been so conditioned to be scared of hell and to have moderated their behavior, avoiding all kinds of sins that they would have really liked to have indulged in, out of fear of hell. And if you try to take that irrational fear away from them, rather than being relieved, they are often angry. I insist that they have every reason to be angry at all of the priests and preachers who have lied to them about it for decades but rather than being mad at Father O’Connor or Preacher Sidesaddle, they get mad at me for pointing out that the myths just “ain’t” so. People are funny.

 

But when it comes to illegal aliens, let’s first deal with some facts. Trump has claimed that 21 million people have come over the border during Biden’s time in office. The truth is that there are not half that many undocumented people in America, total, from all of the years prior to now. Still, 10 million people is a lot of people. Major cities, where most of these migrants show up, have some real issues with strains on their public services such as housing, education, and emergency medical services.

I happen to live in a small coastal town in eastern Florida and while we have a racially diverse community and my neighborhood is integrated, you don’t see a lot of immigrants in any one place, unless, of course, one of my neighbors is getting a new roof, or if someone is having landscaping work done, or new construction, or painting, or if someone is getting their house cleaned or their pool serviced.  And, like in your town, if you go to Asian or Mexican restaurants, you are likely to encounter Asian or Spanish speaking servers, cooks, and staff, whose legal status you know nothing about. Our local French bakery is run by a Lebanese guy. I don’t know if he is a citizen or not but as long as he keeps making those phyllo dough cookies he sells, he is alright by me. 

 

No country can have totally open borders but countries with advanced economies cannot well survive without an influx of workers who are willing to do low waged jobs. Is 10 million too many undocumented immigrants? I don’t know how to gauge that. If you are the mayor of New York and you are having difficulty keeping people off of the streets and sleeping in the parks, maybe. But what I hear from restaurant owners and construction managers is that they can’t find enough people to hire who will actually show up to work to keep their businesses going. 

 

And I get that we could wish that people would do this legally but let me assure you that the legal process is not that easy. I adopted my daughter from South Korea. Thirty-six years ago, it took a few thousand dollars and four months to make that happen. It felt like an eternity. She was assigned to us in her first week of life, but it took four months to get the documents signed and permissions granted for her to make the trans Pacific flight. Now, the process is much longer.

 

Currently, my significant other and I are in the process of obtaining a legal visa for her to move here from Thailand. We have paid several thousand dollars in attorney and application fees and have submitted tons of time-consuming paperwork. Our case is very simple. She has never been married and has no children. She isn’t trying to bring any family members with her. She is an educated, English speaking, professional, with no criminal record or health issues. I am just one of millions of old men living in Florida with a swimming pool, beach access, and time and income on my hands that I would like to spend with someone who also profoundly dislikes Donald Trump. 

 

We’ve paid for her medical exam and police background check and so, this is about as easy as it gets. However, our documents are at the bottom of a pile of applications. It took me four months to get my baby here but the US Immigration service estimates that it will take them 13 months to rule on this visa. 13 months! When you are 68 years old, that sounds like a significant chunk of the time I have left on earth! And that is for an application that is guaranteed to be approved with lawyers working on both sides of the globe to make it happen.

 

If you are an unemployed farm worker in Nicaragua, watching your wife and children starving to death and living in an area overrun by violent gangs, what are the chances that you could muster the resources to make an entirely legal application to come and pick oranges in southern California? Republicans and Democrats agree. Our immigration system is broken. Because it is so absurdly difficult, expensive, and time consuming, temporary workers come over the border any way that they can. Still, this is not an unsolvable problem. 

 

The immigration office could, especially considering the fees they charge, hire a few more people to work through the back log of applications gathering dust on their desks so that grumpy old men don’t have to go to the movies alone and there should be a pretty quick process for workers who have eager employers waiting for them in the USA to gain temporary work visas. I’m just a dumb country preacher and I could generate the proper forms and procedures manuals in a week or so. Hire me, President Trump, and I could make your administration look like it verged on competence in the first month you are in office. 

 

Oh, and all of this “hand wringing, panties-in-a-wad” talk about illegals voting in our elections, yeah, that doesn’t happen. It can’t happen. When my intended is able to come to the United States, sometime late in 2025, she will have to live in the USA for 5 years before she can apply for citizenship and if she is successful in gaining citizenship, then and only then, will she be able to vote for the Mayor of Vero Beach. And just for free, everyone who has ever told you that these undocumented immigrants are pouring over the borders and voting in our elections knew that they were lying to you. They lie to you because they think you are stupid enough to believe them. Please prove them wrong.

 

And if, as some political talking heads have suggested, inflation in the grocery store was the single leading factor in Kamala Harris’ defeat; what do the Trump people think will happen to produce prices when they deport 70 or 80% of the farm workers who pick our fruit and vegetables? Right now, the USA is the most agriculturally advanced country in the world but take our labor force away and see where we stand in global agriculture six months later. 

 

 

One of my former neighbors from Joplin, Missouri, Jessie Memer, who is famous only for her viral social media rants, recently put to bed another silly rumor about migrants taking up welfare and food stamp money, when she said:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For the final point I want to make on immigration, I have to acknowledge a lecture I heard by Richard Wolff, emeritus economics professor at Boston University. I have to acknowledge him, even though the basic math and logic of it is so simple we all should have realized it on our own but somethings are as plain as the nose on your face but, you may have noticed, it isn’t easy to see your nose without help.

 

Wolff points out that the first 17 or 18 years of anyone’s life is the most expensive. Children must be housed, fed, educated, and medically cared for while they produce almost no useful labor. Whether you grow up in Europe or North America or in some profoundly impoverished country, your first 17 years require massive investment from someone to get you ready to enter the workforce. So, every time a migrant crosses our borders to work, someone, somewhere else, has already made a huge investment in them, getting them to the age where they can pick peaches and apples, and the even more back breaking work, of picking strawberries and green beans.  And if they can nail shingles to a roof, mix concrete, plant landscaping, or clean a hotel room, so much the better. And that’s without even considering the physical therapists, physicians, psychiatrists, engineers, and IT experts we need to run our economy which our universities fail to produce in numbers enough to keep us at the head of the line of development…. We have lots of literature and art history grads but not a lot of the kinds of scientists and inventors we need.

 

So, men and women, we don’t need to build a wall. We don’t need mass deportations. And we really don’t need for you to be afraid of the hysterical lies you have been told about undocumented workers. Do America a favor, be a rational, critical thinker, and be willing to, as the Bible has told us for centuries, to welcome the stranger as one of our own. 

 

I’ve said it before, but let me say it again . . . you aren’t going to go to hell, neither is anyone else and some days I’m kinda sorry about that because there are people who really ought to go to hell but there just isn’t one to go to. And, immigrants have to be limited in number but that number is a whole lot higher than you have been led to believe. Don’t shoot yourself in the foot by going along with mass deportations unless you want to pay a lot more for groceries, lawn care, construction, and wait a lot longer for an appointment to see a cardiologist or an oncologist. In general, I just want for you to stop being afraid.