Crazy Catholic Question #94: Immigration Ban

What are your thoughts on our new president’s immigration ban? 

Well, my thoughts are really not important. But virtually every Catholic organization, independent of their political leanings, has unanimously proclaimed President Trump’s immigration ban as being manifestly unchristian….period. There is no sugar coating it. All of our Catholic leaders from the Pope on down have come out with very sharp and decisive criticism of this executive order. Did you read Mitch Albom’s piece in the Freep this week? Quoted below, sums it up poignantly. We need to reflect on who we are as Americans and our vision for our future. Are your leaders representing your views? If not, it’s time to contact your elected officials on behalf of the most vulnerable and suffering people in our world who are clamoring for our help.

“I went to visit the Statue of Liberty.  I missed the last boat back. As I gazed at the American shoreline, I heard a voice. “So, what do you think?” I turned. Lady Liberty was talking to me…“Don’t be shy. I don’t often get to speak. What do you think? About the symbol? “You? I think you’re amazing. Inspiring. Incred--” “Not me. The new symbol. The Wall.”“Oh.” Lady Liberty sighed. “You know, for centuries, I’ve been the image of our nation’s borders. You thought of coming here? You thought of me. “But now? Now when people around the world think of America, they’re going to picture a wall — a really long, ugly wall.”… “No, no,” I insisted. “We’re much more than that. We’re a huge nation. Rich. Diverse.” “So is China,” she said. “But what’s the first structure you think of with that country? What’s the purpose of this wall?” she asked. “To keep people out.”  She pointed her torch down to her base. “See those?”“Your really big feet?” “No. The broken chains I’m stepping out of. They stand for freedom from oppression. Aren’t people coming here seeking freedom from oppression?” “Some,” I said. “Some just want jobs.”“So they’re poor?” “Many of them, yes.”“See that?” She pointed down with her tablet.“Your toenails?”“Lower. On the base. The sonnet. Read it.”“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-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”“Pretty good, huh?” she said.“Pretty good..but it’s complicated,” I tried to explain. “Back when you were built, people came to follow their dreams.” “Aren’t today’s immigrants doing that?” “But they’re not going through proper channels.” “How long do proper channels take?” “Depends on the country.  In some cases, 20 years.” “Hmm.” She looked off to Ellis Island. “Did your family come through there?” “Yes. Early last century.” “Did they have to wait 20 years?” “No.” “Maybe the laws need more fixing than the borders.” She stared at me. I think she raised an eyebrow. “Some illegal immigrants commit crimes,” I said. “More than citizens commit crimes?” “Actually,” I mumbled, “most data shows it’s less.” “Hmm,” she said. “And when these ‘illegals’ come, do they work?” “Yes. They work so cheap. They take our jobs.” “Who’s hiring them?” “Factories. Small business. Households.” “Are you punishing the employers? Are you building a wall around the factories?” “Don’t be silly,” I said. “Hmm,” she said. She adjusted her crown, with its seven spikes to symbolize seven seas and continents. “Do you know my original name? It was ‘Liberty Enlightening the World.’ "She looked south. “Will they say that about a wall?” The sun began to rise. “Well, bon voyage,” Lady Liberty said, lifting her arm. “I must get back to work.” “Work?” I said. “But you’re a statue.” “No,” she said, sternly, “I’m a symbol. I stand for something. And you know what? Standing for something, every day and night, is really hard work.” “Hmm,” I said. And I thought I saw her smile.