Blog Credo

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.

H.L. Mencken

Monday, March 12, 2018

It's Called The Heartland, Because The Brain's Not There

WaPo has a profile of the town in Indiana that became a microcosm of the deportation state under Trump.  It was the story of a sympathetic, hard working immigrant who owned a popular restaurant and was deported.  And now, in a variation of the Cleetus Safaris that the Times and Post and other premier news outlets run, they have gone back to see whether the deportation of Roberto Beristain has left a mark.

Some are sad, but sad in a way that makes for even sadder reading:

“I didn’t even see Roberto as Mexican,” said Angela Banfi, a friend and waitress at the restaurant. “He was not one of those Mexicans. He was like a white boy to me.”

I mean, thanks, Angela, for helping rip the mask off what all this is about.  Thanks, for not talking about law and order or economic anxiety.  Oh, and by the way Angela Banfi, I assume you're not one of those Greeks.  You are like a regular white person to me, too.

Thank God, Obama's election ended racism in this country.

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