I am Evil, and America has Always Been a Nation of “Illegals”
By Macio

“Twas mercy brought me from my pagan land,” I hear these words as I walk under that hot sun."

I was reading a book before I came to the May 1 st march, the bus driver wouldn't let me in at the intersection. So I walked all the way to King Road. Yeah, that ocean of people slowly moving covered in white, I wear a black shirt and black pants. Those books are driving me mad and the news is worse than ever. I am the evil of this country, the only solution is to ship me far away from this land, leave this place empty of immigrants. If this ocean is to be spilled into that hot hell down the border, will America be free of foreign “illegal” labor? We can all look at the tags at the bag of our shirts and find the print of other countries cheap labor, America with its hypocrisy rejects these aliens and yet basks in its decadence of the same people they hypocrisy. I've learned that hard work and excellence does not matter in the land of the free. Over there in those countries beyond that fence Americans exist too, they have lots of land and big buildings with native workers used as cheap labor to produce products that are shipped back to America.

I am the evil of this country, educated and cultured, but less than Americans. I left college thinking that I would go back, that road was too far with the funds I had. Spending years now working hard labor listening to the radio with intellectual arguments at the tip of my tongue, shutting my mouth being obedient, rage pulsing in my heart when I hear, “They are breaking the law.” Now I watch people with posters, yelling at the top of their lungs exorcising all their anger. When Americans use the idea of a law being broken to kick out immigrants, I laugh. I start to think of the great American Revolution and how it was in itself illegal. Yeah, we can see the nation turning to a guised martial law state.

At the beginning of this nation, the colonies were paying the kings war and being taxed without a voice in parliament. When I look at immigrants they too are taxed without choice. Its funny when people use terms like “Minutemen,” I doubt they know what it means. It is these nationalists that portray themselves as victims of an alien evil. What they don't want to see (and proof of it we already got) is America's free enterprise in the foreign countries we “illegals” come from. Why work so hard and get crap for your labor? This is the question the colonialists had to face when England controlled them. It was unfair to be cheated for what Americans could be trading to other countries on their own.   Colonialism has emerged again with a different face, it is called globalization. On May 1 st , I walk with these people and hear their chants as protest to become Americans, People in corporate stores still open. Signs that say, “Restrooms for customers only,” I walk on. People selling water, churros, popsicle sticks plastic bottles scattered around. Flyers that say, ‘“Think before you march.” City hall filled with people hanging flags above its buildings.  

Why was the Declaration of Independence written? Why did George Washington become a rebel? It was for social freedoms. Freedoms and rights that were sought after against parliament and the king. They too may be called “illegal” according to the status quo of the day. They were part of a new age, the age of enlightenment had a lot to do with the formation of the country. When we understand that the world is getting smaller and smaller we have to come to a realization that the United States can not just make a wall and forget about immigrants. On television you see raids and Americans getting confused with immigrants, arrested by ICE. It's funny because the war on terror/immigrants has made citizens targets. While the government thinks and thinks about the immigration issue, people are persecuted and hunted down, all for wanting to be recognized by the country they are part of.  

I saw old friends at the march, walked for hours stayed downtown until late, walking back in silence, someone told me about the police in L.A. I ended up getting a ride to the Eastside. I got home, the moon was out and looked an angry red over the hills. People scattered, headed back to their lives. I felt a warmth inside of me even though my body was cold, I laughed at things and felt at ease because it is in the struggle that people seem to find a sense of peace.

The next day I had arrived from work and saw the footage of cops harassing and pushing people, walking around with wounds from plastic bullets, the mayor saying that he was going to get to the bottom of this. It has been a long time since the Boston tea party and the shot heard round the world. Let us listen then to the voice of American Independence, “ We hold these truth to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness, That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent   of the governed,-That when ever any Form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the People to alter or abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundations on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.”

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