A Debt the Many Owe the Few
Scripps-Howard News Service 9.11.02
None can blame those who have access to the public for long, emotional
commentaries about the anniversary that is upon us this week. Many
feel the need to speak, and most remember those among us who have
lost someone near and dear.
I believe soothing words, even accolades of appreciation will not
do on this occasion. We have to address the debt we owe thousands
and thousands of fellow-Americans.
President Lyndon B. Johnson died before he would have had to face
the terrifying consequences of his thoughtless, bombastic legislation
known as the Immigration Act of 1965. Just then, he was swept up
in a frenzy of "civil rights" measures, unable to distinguish
between long-overdue justice to citizens of the United States and
people who have never even heard of it. Suddenly, coming to America
became another "right."
"This bill we sign today is not a revolutionary bill. It does
not affect the lives of millions. It will not restructure the shape
of our daily lives" - he proclaimed confidently.
Tell that to the thousands who died, the tens of thousands who
mourn their fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, or children.
As with so much of America's noble initiatives, this, too, soon
became the domain of the agenda people. Their agenda: to make America
"more diverse." They wanted to "celebrate our diversity,"
and first had to create the kind of diversity they wished to celebrate.
The Act enabled them to do so. All they needed was to apply to it
Lenin's thesis he called political correctness, meaning an approach
that will be in line with the policies of the Bolshevik Party. (Hitler
preferred the formulation "socially correct.")
The result was the most profound demographic change in America,
on a scale never seen in history except when multitudes overran
countries. To the disappointment of politically correct readers,
I hasten to add that the change does not refer to the national origin
or skin tone of new immigrants.
The change refers to the type of human being who was now invited
- no: encouraged - to come here. For almost two centuries before,
a simple, unwritten contract applied. People of the world were welcome
to come here if they wished to participate in the great opportunity,
first studying, comprehending, then embracing without reservation
what makes Americans - Americans. As a result, immigrants tended
to be more passionately committed to the American model than many
a native-born citizen. By welcoming newcomers, America was not becoming
less American - possibly even more so.
But by now, all that has been relegated to a frequently-broadcast,
politically correct commercial, in which people who seem to represent
literally every type of human being who ever walked the Earth mechanically
repeat the phrase, " I am American." It may be a safe
bet that a large majority of them wouldn't know how to explain what
they mean by that. The bitter reality is that no one is expected
to adopt even a modicum of American-ness - not the language, not
the custom, not the morality.
In order to make certain that native-born Americans don't stand
out, our children are being deprived of education in national history,
national traditions, national characteristics.
As well as two oceans, the primary defense of this country was
predicated on the easy recognizability of Americans here, there,
everywhere - almost to a fault. And people learned that, with the
exception of criminals, no American had to fear another. Any two
Americans could act in accord, a minute-or-so after meeting.
In a famous World War II film, highly trained Germans infiltrate
an American unit. Their leader is unmasked when he asks what a hot-fudge
sundae is. Try that today in, say, Detroit.
This has been a very long road by which to reach my destination.
I believe, before we can reach "closure," all those who
have rendered America a place where no one knows any more who and
what the next person might be, all those who have failed to enforce
even the minuscule border controls we still have in place, should
line up in a large assembly hall and face the relatives of the dead
who perished on September 11.
We can debate until the cows come home what the CIA and the FBI
should have done, where the government failed, and what the president
ought to do now. The fact is, without the Immigration Act of 1965,
without the agenda people who seized it for their insane designs,
the twin towers, and those who perished that day, would still be