but
when the breeze blew
Prior episodes of mass deportations and exclusions have occurred at
several moments in US history. Research has shown that, far from
generating economic benefits, their net effect was to reduce employment and earnings for US workers—in the short run and long run.
https://www.piie.com/blogs/realtime-economics/2024/trumps-proposed-mass-deportations-would-backfire-us-workers
I could go on and on. But just read what scholars and economic experts are saying about this very bad idea. Trump's policy change (which he probably can't implement now any more than he did in his first adminstration) would devastate our economy and have widespread negative consequences.
One of the starting points for conservative ideology is reasonably weigh the consequences of an action or policy, and that we should watch out for unintended consequences. Indeed.
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| Great Cloud of Witnesses |
"and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive"
~Audre Lorde
"This is my commandment, That you love one another, as I have loved you."
~Jesus
"Hope will never be silent."
~Harvey Milk
"To be afraid is to behave as if the truth were not true."
~Bayard Rustin
"Without community, there is no liberation."
~Audre Lorde
And nonviolence is power. It is not, as I was originally told in college in 1947, just persuasion. Persuasion is a form of power. Aristotle says that power is the capacity to achieve purpose. It is a God given gift of creation to human beings. Nonviolence has its deep roots in the long journey of the human family as so many people operated out of love and truth in spite of all that was raging around them.
As Gandhi and King also said, nonviolence is the science of how you
create your own life in the image of God. Nonviolence is the science of
how you create a world that practices justice, truth and compassion."
"My mother’s word was you should not retaliate by fighting. At age eight,
in the Spring of the fourth grade, I slapped a boy who yelled racist
epithets at me on Main Street. And for the first time, when I returned
home from this errand for my mother, I told her about the incident.
She
continued to do what she was doing in the kitchen and without turning
around to face me, responded, “Jimmy, what good did that do?” And there
was a long period of silence in the house as I heard her voice telling
me who I was–that I was loved, that I belonged to God, and that we were a
family of the church, and how important that community was to us, that I
did not need to use my fists on anyone. Her last sentence to me was,
“Jimmy, there must be a better way.”"
The Reverend James Lawson, September 22, 1928 – June 10, 2024