Where black and brown collide

"In the rarified world of naitonal politiics (and in America's even more other-worldly universities) blacks and Latinos tend to be lumped togethr in what Nicolas Vaca, a California lawyer calls a 'presumed alliance'.



Last month Barack Obama assured a Hispanic conference that such a bond existed...On the streets of America's cities. Some rather less lofty attitudes seem apparent.



"We're being overrun," says Ted Hayes of Choose Black America, which has led anti-immigration marches in south-central Los Angeles. "The companeros have taken all the housing. If you don't speak Spanish, they turn you down for jobs. Our children are jumped upon in schools. They are trying to drive us out."



This I gleaned from The London Economist, which does not print news first viewed through a liberal looking glass.

It points out that one third of blacks believe immigrants take jobs from Americans -- more than any other group. A survey done in Durham, NC found that 59 percent of Latinos believed "few or almost no blacks were hard-working and a similar proportion reckoned few or almost none could be trusted."



Here's my take on immigration:

Every morning I awaken to thank the good Lord for being born in America and being a Christian. Those are major blessings.



An easy way: Decide which illegals stay and which go back home can be made in an interview. Simple. Only the ones who can speak English -- which shows they want to help America as well as their own family-- have the makings of future good citizens. Tell the others in their own language -- BASURA -- which means trash, to get the h--- out. What's the problem with Congress?



What's good for America should take precedence -- NOT politics as usual

My parents came from Copenhagen, Denmark and they wouldn't speak Danish to my brother Paul and me. They wanted to become fluent in English. My mother, who only went to the 10th grade, worked in the book department at Macy's in NYC. My dad, whom we lovingly called "the greenhorn" loved to make people laugh so he took delight in joking about his mistakes.



After he landed in Hoboken, NJ he attended a baseball game. The hawkers were going through the stands yelling "Anybody else?" My daddy apparently liked the flavor. So a week or so later, when he spied a sign showing that familiar bottle of soda pop, he went inside the store.



The clerk asked Daddy, "What would you like?" And Daddy said to him, "Anybody else." That went on and on like an Abbott & Costello routine, Daddy kept repeating the word he heard at the baseball stadium.. "Anybody else."



I still get the giggles remembering.