An awesome sunrise

The doors of my hangar were opened wide. Sixty some church people were gathered. A short inspirational message and a couple of songs. Then the sun slowly rose over the unobstructed horizon. Perfect. Awesome. See you next Easter.

Your old guy columnist’s heart was stabbed this last week at the TV image of two young sisters being dropped from the top of the fourteen-foot high southern border wall. Then the perpetrators who dropped the little girls, probably Mexican Cartel, ran away to the south. Our own Border Patrol members picked the little girls up unhurt and took them to shelter.

Now, I ask, what kind of parents would pay the Cartel to take their baby girls, one three and the other five years, north to the border and drop them over the fence? Babies of that age would be precious to most of the parents that I know and those parents would do everything in their power to save them and keep them in the family.

I can only speculate but I think that those parents figured that if they could get those two little girls into the United States they would be cared for and become citizens of the USA. Then one or other of the girls could sponsor their parents to legally immigrate into our country. I understand that the children coming across the border each have a wrist band with their relative’s cell phone number so that eventually all can keep in touch. Evidently, that is the understanding of how the Biden system works today.

My son suggested a better way to solve the current crises. The US should immediately put all those illegally crossing children up for adoption. US citizen couples could then legally adopt those children and raise them as their own in loving homes. The wrist bands should be confiscated and kept under lock and key inaccessible to the adoptive parents or the child until that child attains the age of majority. The adopted children would then would only have parents that are already US citizens and thence their original parents would have no status to qualify for chain migration.

I suspect that when word of the adoption process got back to the foreign states the flood of immigrant unaccompanied children would dry up. Incidentally, son Don says that the residents of Mexica do not like adoption and prefer that the underage children be placed in orphanages of which there are many in Mexico.

Would Grannie Annie and I be willing to adopt one or more of the refugee children you ask? Good intentions yes but old persons in their eighties wouldn’t really do young children a favor by adopting because our life expectancies would prevent us from raising them to maturity. That is part of the problem of the leaders in our society today who have “wonderful” ideas for you and me but do not intend to practice those restrictions for themselves. Don’t blame me----I voted for Trump!

I don’t know about you, dear reader, but your old pale-skinned columnist is getting really tired of the attack on “white supremacy”. Here we live in a country founded by refugees mostly from Northern Europe who happened to have white completions. Through their founding principles, this has become the greatest country the world has ever seen. Sure our forbearers imported blacks from Africa to be slave labor to produce the labor-intensive crops of our South. Then we fought a civil war, my ancestors included in the North, to free all persons from slavery. Unfortunately, the Democrat Party of the South could not accept those of black completion as equals and initiated Jim Crow laws and the KKK as enforcers to “keep them in their place”. More recently it has been the Democrat Party who has fought most equal rights legislation. Now they are turning on us, the majority-white population, to accuse us of racism through the accusation of “white superiority”. Well, they should know how having themselves practiced racism over the years.

Yes, we rather mistreated the Native American Indians in clashes of culture over the years. Sadly we still punish them today with welfare that destroys any incentive to make their lives better.

Sadly that is our country today. Still, there is hope. We, especially those of us who chose to live here in fly-over country, practice a welcoming lifestyle that lets us enjoy our neighbors and live the good life. May it ever continue.

That is how I saw it.

Dick Trail