Enough Hispanic Stuff is Enough
So there I was, enjoying my afternoon on the front porch. The sounds of a crew tearing the shingles off a roof next door greeted my ears all afternoon. Having done this occupation for over 10 years in Florida, I wandered next door to see what they were doing, and what progress greeted my vision.
The first thing I noted was that the three men doing the job spoke Spanish to each other. Not an unusual thing, but as I wandered around the perimeter of the job—a peculiar thing struck my attention. I saw no permit for this work posted anywhere, and an attempt at conversation reverted to community college Spanish. It was quickly revealed that the crew was comprised of Mexicans who were here illegally, and that they did not have a permit to do the work—along with doing shoddy workmanship such as applying shingles two staples to the shingle and no eave metal on the finish.
I asked them who their Padron (employer) was in halting Spanish, and whether any of them were here in the United States legally. After an evasive conversation, they revealed that they were here illegally—and knew nothing about a permit. Having worked as a roofer for many years, and recognizing this as shoddy workmanship—I called the cops—Knoxville Police Department. In the midst of this appeared a Spanish speaking pastor–who refused to ask them if they were here legally–and defended them even when it was apparent that they were here unlawfully.
Here is the final story I got from them. Even when confronted with illegal aliens, they are not empowered to detain or arrest them. I was referred to ICE in Washington, D.C. After half an hour wait, I determined that no one was going to answer my call. I then learned from KPD as the workers continued to dry in the house, that no permit was required to do roofing work—in essence they were going to ignore what was going on.
Here is a news flash. The roof of a house is essential to the integrity of the building below it. The fact that a permit and inspection is not required is ludicrous. Knoxville can determine how many cats I can have via code, but elude proper installation of a roof? That is ridiculous.
The officers later informed me that ICE (Immigrations and Customs Enforcement would be contacted later, and intervention scheduled for the following day. Good luck with that—as the illegal workers will be long gone and untraceable by that point. Before they were done, they had skip nailed the roof, failed to apply drip edge, and forgotten to apply roofing cement to the work they had already done. As a lawful citizen of the United States, I was advised to go back home and forget about it.
Well, here is the real deal. A lot of money is made employing illegal aliens to do jobs that are at or below minimum wage. There seems no realistic mechanism to stop them—as local law enforcement across the country is unwilling to act upon incidents—and pass the buck up to federal authorities. Such a sad state of affair—because as an American citizen if suspected of an infraction against against the law would have been incarcerated. KPD looked for an excuse to do that to this writer, while allowing the illegal complete finishing up a stage of the project.
Sorry, but anywhere else this would have been shoddy and inferior work. Knoxville in its infinite wisdom had exempted the most basic and important facet of structural design to go unpermitted. Shame on you. And equal shame on KPD for failure to deal with illegal aliens that fill the work space—knowing that they are violating the law.
Sorry, but this writer has had enough of illegal’s taking jobs from normalized citizens—and then having law enforcement and county administrations turn a blind eye. Is it not enough that too many of our jobs have moved to Mexico? Why in the hell do we not sanction employers who employ illegal labor that take jobs away from citizens—especially in this current economic time of need?
Everyone who might make this an issue—television, newspaper—failed to respond to what was going on with this incident. See Mexicans cleaning up or trimming the side of the road? Bet your ass that the majority of them are here illegally. But non of the powers that be seem to care…
When are we finally going to have enough?
People with extravagant sums of money are a strange sort—detached from the regular grind of the majority of citizens, and insulated in their wealth—yet often interested in helping further civic causes. One can find dozens of local institutions that would not exist, or would exist in lesser form if it were not for their beneficence. This concern can also result in strange behaviors—and even stranger bequests. Philanthropy is a force to be reckoned with, appreciated, and sometimes grumbled over. Such a case in Knoxville surrounds the “gift” of Eugenia Williams to the University of Tennessee.
Once upon a time, in a land far away—I bought my first computer. In 1985, I spent every dime of money that I had to purchase a Compaq Portable Plus, the very first IBM PC compatible computer. This tasty box was all I could think about. It was a little over $3600, and had an incredible 128K of memory, and two 5 ¼” floppy drives that one was consumed by the operating system—DOS 3.2—in a case that resembled a sewing machine. It was wonderful! In those days, the race was not to upgrade your software, but to build the hardware system. By 1993, this 30 pound behemoth had a 1.44Mb floppy disk, a 20Mb hard disk, 640K of memory—a new Panasonic processor–with a 1Mb extension card. Good God, and a 9600 Bps modem!
The Supreme Court forced busing to “desegregate” and equalize education—the success of that is still up for debate. Various civil rights acts, in combination with affirmative action attempted to equalize the workplace. Yet, in 2009, we have a much more insidious form of racism than ever before—because it is unspoken. Anyone who truly believes that the color or ethnic lines have been broken is either ignorant or lying to themselves—it is still there, and takes forms unthought-of of a generation before.
For the past several days, I have been engaged in a forum conversation about just this thing. It has been an opportunity to read just how screwed up average Americans have become—and how much they are buying into the hateful, deceit filled propaganda being shoveled out by the more vocal members of the Republican Party. Along with the expected paranoid delusional and conspiracy fanatics, village idiots, and those who are simply unable to resolve the fact that a negro couple now sleeps in the big bed at the White House—are those who are buying into every bit of rabble rousing fallacy being churned out by the Republican machine and their illustrious spokespeople. What they are writing is frightening, and the general attitude is one that threatens the premise that America has been built upon.
about. In essence, students are arriving at the start of the school year, already academically tired. From what, one might ask—as summer vacation is a time of rest and recreation. But alas, the shortsighted “professionals” that have ruined the teaching sector have added a new dimension to a student’s life—summer homework.
If one thinks that this is just one more tale from Iraq, Afghanistan, or another part of the Middle East, then they are wrong. This is a story that unfolds around us every day in this country when law enforcement authorities confront an illegal drug lab and its operators. Here in Appalachia, methamphetamine production can be found in every county, produced and supported by users from all economic and social walks of life. And there are other kinds of drugs manufactured as well; Ecstacy, PCP, crack cocaine, designer amphetamines, hallucinogens, the list goes on. And then there is Tennessee’s number one cash crop, marijuana.
In many successful microenterprise programs it all begins with business training and investment in ordinary people in a place called a “business incubator.” While this may conjure up some wild images, a business incubator is simply a place where microentrepreneurs go to grow their business. Incubators provide space to work, and supply services such as technical support, telephone, office equipment such as computers and copiers, and most important, an environment that is conducive to success.
I find this rather confusing, and deeply disturbing. This writer has been following the reprehensible conduct of our President and Congress in enacting a decent bill to protect children’s health. Oil prices spiral up, Detroit is collapsing, and Wall Street imploding. The Chinese vomit cheap garbage upon us, and every day American troops are maimed or killed supporting a war of lies. Where is the outrage here? Yet the well intentioned whacko’s line up to help out a passel of dogs and protect their rights.
surmount the apathy students can express for learning. A look backward might give a few clues. In the 1970s, psychologist Ken Gergen created quite a stir for espousing a “relational” view of the world. In this, he posits that
Today it is estimated that over 60% of our consumer goods are manufactured abroad. I doubt that this figure includes the American produced goods that are assembled from materials and components made elsewhere. The rationale given by producers is that these sort of production systems make items more affordable for the consumer, and meet demand for the product.
impending demise of several American automakers. For years, lending institutions have made riskier and riskier loans with “flexible” interest terms–under the great presumption that default rates would not seriously encroach on profits. They sold these mortgages to investors–you know, the folks that buy them to prop up your retirement fund and bolster companies that need to show ever increasing profits while they make nothing really tangible…
Signs were set out within the forest asking for critters to participate in a survey. The only call received was from an environmental group based in Knoxville claiming that the signs ruined the pristine nature of the forest and threatened that they would sue if the signs were not removed immediately. Like most McCreary citizens, this writer does not make a lot of money that can buy lawyers and moved to get the signs down quickly. I thought about using an ATV, but was told that I could not ride it on most of the roads in the forest and park.