Aunt B waxes eloquent on the immigration issue:

Sometimes I feel like white supremacy is a small, but deep lake we have to navigate and attempt to stay out of for the sake of our own souls every day, and here we all are, trying to navigate said lake on an old, but relatively stable boat. And every time someone stands up and says “We don’t want Mexicans here because they ruin our neighborhoods” or “They’re not like us and they’re ruining America” or “If the Feds won’t do something about it; we have to make the State preserve our communities,” it’s causing the boat to take on water. And worse, that we’re getting used to having wet feet, so that when someone calls a Mexican a “cockroach,” no one bats an eye. We’re ankle deep in an ancient poison we know is no good for us, and we don’t notice that we’re getting wet.

We need to have an immigration debate. We need to talk about whether our foreign policies are making life harder for people in other countries. We need to ask ourselves why, if the Bush economy is going so well, folks feel like they’re losing much needed jobs to immigrants. We need to know why there’s this popular notion that folks could get here legally, if only they’re willing to play by the rules, when that’s completely untrue. We need to figure out if we can fix the immigration system. And we should deal with the folks who are here humanely and compassionately.

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