Let Them Be Americans
It is no secret that America is getting a tan. As white birth rates continue to decline, birth rates of latinos and other hyphenated Americans continue to hold steady or even increase. Around the world, we are witnessing similar trends. Non-whites continue to procreate rather prolifically while whites are discovering other things to do with their time. To say that within the next decade or so, whites will be a minority throughout much of the world is a matter of simple mathematics. The evidence is as plain as the nose on our face. Some people are troubled by this news, I am not.
The values this country was founded on are not specific to any one race, nor are they so complex or intricate that an understanding of them is limited to those of a fairer complexion. I believe that anyone can easily grasp the principles of our founders if they are taught them properly. Freedom, personal responsibility and industriousness are not a matter of eugenics. Limited government and free market capitalism are not encoded in our DNA - if they were, we wouldn't have so many liberals running around.
The future of our country rests not upon the fate of any particular race but on the fate of the ideas and concepts that allowed us to achieve never before seen levels of wealth and prosperity. For this reason, it is absolutely vital that we teach our children well, that we inoculate them against the lies and twisted half-truths of the Left. If we allow our country to continue down the slippery slope of Socialism, all will be lost. We must give our children the tools to resist the siren song of egalitarianism. We must teach them that accomplishments are more valuable than entitlements. When people begin to believe that success is theirs by birthright and has little to do with hard work, perseverance or ingenuity then we have lost.
I think this is what troubles people the most about the "immigrants rights" rallies that were held recently. The sense of entitlement that was demonstrated by the mobs of people, most of which had no legal right to be in this country - let alone make demands of it - angers those of us who were either born here or came here legally. Why should they be entitled to anything? Is it the fault of the United States that Mexico cannot prosper under a heavily Socialist system? Is it the fault of America that corruption and burdensome entitlement programs rob their economy of billions of dollars? Money that would normally flow back into the system and fuel growth, create new jobs and opportunity instead finds its way into the back pockets of their politicians and drug cartels. Should we suffer because the Mexican people have so far proved unwilling to clean up the mess they created? Egalitarians would argue that we should.
"Because we have so much, we should allow them to come to our country and share in the wealth", they say. So be it, but let them come on our terms and let them become Americans, not Mexicans living in America. Let them conform to our traditions, values and social norms. Let them learn about our history and adopt it as their own. Let them learn our language, obey our laws and defend our constitution. Rather than trying to bend us to their will and shape our country in the image of that they left behind, let them embrace our country and leave the failed policies of their homeland at the border.
These things can come to pass if we, as a country, join together and take a stand in support of our history and our heritage. We must shout down those who slander our country and teach our children the true meaning of what it means to be an American. As we teach our children the importance and value of the American experiment, we will also teach those who come to our country. By embracing our system of government and our way of life, these immigrants will be able to realize the American dream and the words penned by Emma Lazarus in 1883 will gain new meaning:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Let them come, but let them be Americans.