Number 1623 - July 18, 2018
I
am not an immigrant. I am not a descendant of immigrants. My fore
parents were not immigrants. But they arrived in this country from
another continent. They did not come by choice. They came by force and
violence. They came in chains. But they were not immigrants. Virtually
every nationality came to this country as immigrants. Each was
escaping something – starvation, religious persecution, incarceration,
war, poverty, lack of opportunity, etc. Each was seeking something. My
African ancestors did not come seeking anything. My Africans ancestors
were not running from anything. They appreciated their life in the
Mother Land. They did not want to leave. They came against their will
to much worse and horrific situations. My ancestors were not
immigrants.
I
escaped from Alabama when I was 18 years of age. I went to New York
City. I was not an immigrant, but I felt like one. I was running from
something when I left Alabama. I was running from terrible racial
segregation and oppression. I was running from low wages and back
breaking work. I was running from a dearth of freedom and a lack of
opportunity. I was running to freedom and opportunity. New York was a
different place. I was in a different culture. I was looked down on by
others who came there before me. I started off working the lowest
paying and least desirable work. I worked alongside immigrants on jobs
no one else wanted. But I was not an immigrant.
After
law school, I spent nearly a year in Nigeria, West Africa. However, I
was not an immigrant because I did not come to stay. I went with the
intention of returning to the United States within a year. I was in a
very different place and culture. I was not running from something. I
was not running to something. I was a visitor. I am not an immigrant.
Native
Americans are not immigrants. They are not descendants of
immigrants. Someone on their way to India mistakenly called them
“Indians,” and the name stuck. Native Americans were treated much worse
than immigrants. Most of their home lands were taken. Most of their
culture was crushed. Most of their lives were wiped out. It is
estimated that 13 million Native Americans lived in their home land that
now makes up what we call the United States of America. When the
displacement and the culture smashing and the killing and the dying were
over, there were less than two million Native Americans. Native
Americans are not immigrants.
The
United States is now the richest and the most powerful country in the
world. It was taken from Native Americans. There is plenty of room for
additional people. There is room for more immigrants. But we are
closing our doors. We are building walls. The Native Americans did not
close their doors. They did not build walls. The British came not by
invitation but as conquerors. Native Americans are not immigrants.
The
history of immigration is a powerful story of people seeking a better
life. Our legal history is a terrible story of limiting those who are
just seeking freedom and opportunity. Some sought and received. Then
they and/or their descendants turned around and limited others from
seeking the very same freedom and opportunity. One would think that
they would gladly extend to others the same opportunities they had
received. But lo and behold, that was not the better part of their
human nature. So many were immigrants.
The
United States Congress started enacting immigration laws in 1790, only
one year after this country became the United States of America. At
first they did not limit people immigrating to the United States. They
just prevented them from becoming citizens. Eventually they started
denying immigrants the right to enter this country. Our law books are
filled with laws restricting the same freedom and opportunities their
fore parents had sought and achieved. So many wanted to be immigrants.
It
was 1870 before American laws allowed Africans to become immigrants and
citizens. That was five years after the Civil War. It was much longer
before Native Americans could become citizens in a country where they
were never immigrants. In fact, it may have been 1965 when Native
Americans achieved the full rights of citizenship with the 1965 Voting
Rights Act. It was the same act that provided African Americans the
full rights of citizenship with the right to vote. All those treated as
immigrants were not immigrants.
It
hurts me when I hear some African Americans say, “I’m tired of those
Mexicans taking our jobs.” I know how easy it is to be against
something. I know how hard it is to be for something. I am not hurt,
but I am disturbed when some Whites make the same statements about
immigrants. I know that 1.3 million Mexican Americans were deported or
forced to leave this country in 1954. Many were citizens. They called
it “Operation Wet Back.” I know that 110,000 Americans of Japanese
ancestry were placed in concentration camps. Some of those were treated
much worse than immigrants.
Immigrants
nearly always get the least desirable jobs. When I went North, I got
the least desirable jobs. For example, take farm work right now. I
don’t know any Whites or African Americans who want to work in the
fields for someone else. Some years ago, I would plant huge gardens. I
would tell persons that they could have all the vegetables they
wanted. All they had to do was go into the fields and gather
them. Fieldwork, even for ourselves, is not desirable. They did go, but
they asked that I harvest the vegetables and bring them to
them. Immigrants come in all shapes, colors, circumstances.
Immigrants
and immigration are more than people coming to a country. Immigration
is the treatment that people receive. Some of us are still treated like
immigrants. Normally the new immigrants take work left by previous
waves of immigrants. After hundreds of years, some of us are still the
last hired and the first fired. Some of us still occupy the lowest
rungs of the economic and social ladders. I am not an immigrant. We are
not immigrants. But we know what it is like to be treated as
immigrants.
Now on to the Daily Diary:
Saturday, July 7, 2018–
I walked, made remarks during a get out the vote breakfast, visited the
Selma Non Violence Center, traveled to Montgomery with my grandchildren
for a swimming outing, returned to Selma and worked into the
night. Among others, I communicated with the following: Dr. Adelaide
Sanford of Philadelphia; Karen Jackson, Ainka Jackson, Josiah Jackson,
Amadi Sanders, Azali Fortier and Ayyirra Fortier of Selma; Malika
Fortier, Jimmy Nunn, Arthur Capers, Lorraine Capers, and Robert Greene
of Selma; Sharon Wheeler of Montgomery; Carolyn Wheeler of Signal
Mountain, TN; Shiloh Baptist Church Pastor Rev. Joshua Davis; Brown
Chapel AME Church Pastor Leodis Strong; Rev. Darryl Moore of Selma; and
Selma Businessman Henry Moore.
Sunday– I walked two miles and did The Sunday School Lessonwith Dr. Margaret Hardy and Radio Educationwith
Perry County School Superintendent John Heard, III. I handled various
matters and attended Morning Star Baptist Church where I made remarks
about the Dallas County Primary Run-off Election for Probate Judge. I
took my grandchildren on another outing and worked into the
night. Among others, I communicated with the following: Morning Star
Baptist Church Pastor Rev. Booker T. Booker; Selma City Councilman Sam
Randolph, Rebecca Marion of Tallapoosa County; and Nancy Cole of Greene
County on her birthday.
Monday–
I walked, handled various matters, traveled to Lowndes County, returned
to Selma, traveled to Greene County, returned to Selma and worked into
the night. Among others, I communicated with the following: Sam
Walker, Gloria Pompey, and Josephine Curtis of Selma; John Teague of
Montgomery on his birthday; Lowndes County Administrator Jackie Thomas,
Sherriff John Williams, and Engineer David Butts; Lowndes County
Commissioners Carnell McAlpine, Dickson Farrior, Joshua Simmons and
Robert Harris; Jeff Webb of Montgomery on his birthday; Greene County
School Board Members Leo Branch, Dr. Carol P. Zippert, William Morgan,
Carrie Dancy and KaShaya Cockrell; Paula Bird and Brenda Burke of Greene
County; and Greene County Commissioners Tennyson Smith, Lester Brown,
Allen Turner Jr., and Corey Cockrell.
Tuesday–
I walked, handled many matters, and worked into the night: Among
others, I communicated with the following: Dear Phyllis Craig Taylor of
North Carolina Central Law School; Edwin Ellis of Selma; Martha Morgan
of Tuscaloosa; Leonard Dunston of North Carolina; Josh Robinson of the
Alabama Democratic Party; Rev. Odie Berry of Birmingham; and Josh Hayes
of Tuscaloosa.
Wednesday – I walked two miles, read Sketcheson The Salaam Radio Program,
traveled to Montgomery, returned to Selma, participated in meetings,
did a conference call, and spoke to a group at the Selma Non Violence
Center and worked into the night. Among others, I communicated with the
following: retired Montgomery County Circuit Judge Charles Price;
Dallas County Probate Judge Kim Ballard; Dr. Randy Brinson of Montgomery
on his birthday; Montgomery County Circuit Judge Greg Griffin;
Representative Alvin Holmes concerning the death of his brother; Choctaw
County Commissioner Bud Ruffin; Andrew Marks of Washington, DC; Greg
Francis of Orlando, FL; Jane Sapp of Atlanta; Callie Greer of the Selma
Non Violence Center; and Cherrye Bennett Todd of Birmingham.
Thursday–
I walked, handled many matters, made remarks at an industry
announcement, participated in the SOS call, traveled to Lowndes County
and returned to Selma. Among others, I communicated with the
following: John Clyde Riggs of Wilcox County; Former Dallas County
Probate Judge Johnny Jones; Lowndes County School Board Members Ben
Davis, Steve Foster, Robert Grant, Travis Rogers and Donald Carter, John
Zippert of The Greene County Democrat; Gus Townes of Montgomery,
Bernard Simelton of the Alabama NAACP; Wayne Varderman of Selma Center
of Commerce; Lowndes County School Interim Superintendent Jason
Burroughs; and Yvette Patterson of Lowndes County.
Friday–
I walked, handled many matters, shared in a leadership lunch and worked
into the night. Among others, I communicated with the
following: LaVoenda Blair of Montgomery and Brenda Miles of Selma.
Epilogue–
This country is in a rage over immigration. We forget that those who
came before most of us were immigrants. If we just looked back a
little, we would see our way forward much clearer.