Call it what it is: concentration camps. We are turning into Nazi Germany.
Despite having many friends these days, finding kindred spirits all over the place, and being far removed from the loneliness that made me feel dependent on ex-friend Richard’s friendship…there are times when I wish I could talk to him. This is one of those times.
The news coming from the border keeps getting worse all the time. One of Trump’s latest tweets (which I trolled) claimed that ICE will begin removing illegal aliens. I saw this immediately after reading accounts that immigrants will soon be moved into military camps which can be blocked from media/Congress oversight. And right after reading that some border guards have been using slurs for immigrants and calling them “subhuman” (you know, the meaning of Untermensch). And soon after reading that the camps now being used can legitimately be called concentration camps.
As I tweeted to Trump,
Removed? To go where, exactly? Concentration camps? Are the death camps next???
The reason I’d want to pick Richard’s brain on this is that he himself was a border guard down there back in the 90s, and he–saw things, did things….This left him a shell of a man, along with at least one of his colleagues. In the comments under Trump’s tweet, MAGAts are praising Trump and cheering what he’s doing–while I keep reading about the abuses and squalor these people are being subjected to.
It makes the blood run cold.
These are not criminals (they’re asylum seekers). And even if they were, it’s still inhumane.
These are men, women and children.
But Richard–despite his other questionable stances that made my husband and me wonder if he had a heart (like saying “oh well” to the suffering his political ideas would bring on poor people)–was very much against abuse of immigrants. He felt guilty for things he did as a border guard.
People these days casually say “shoot ’em!”–but this was the policy for a while, 20 years ago. To tell border guards they can shoot women with children on sight, or to have citizens cheer on the idea–It’s disgusting.
I hope that Richard has not changed his mind about that.