RAPING THE CHILDREN OF CENTRAL AMERICA

You can rape a child for $250 dollars! Maybe that’s an exaggeration. You can probably do it for a lot less at the Texas / Mexico border, and then you can watch the youngster get shipped back to Guatemala, El Salvador or Honduras where they are likely to get raped again, or perhaps more humanely, killed by one of those country’s violent drug cartels that prey on youngsters like hawks on mice. If you’re disgusted and repulsed by the notion of paying to rape a child, maybe there’s hope for you, but not if you’re going to turn a blind eye to the calamity that is occurring at our nation’s southern border or the callous indifference a majority of Americans are displaying in refusing to offer a helping hand to thousands of children in desperate need of a safe and nurturing place to live.

The children of Central America are not migrating northward with an instinctual drive for a cooler nesting ground, like Canadian geese in a National Geographic documentary. They are not fueled by a tourist-like desire to see Disneyland. Nobody treks on foot through the desert of death to shake the hand of Mickey Mouse. On the contrary, the children of Central America are chased by violence from the very bosoms and homes that gave them life. They are driven by poverty and starvation and a loss of hope into the unforgiving deserts of northern Mexico. If by chance they find themselves at the edge of the land flowing with milk and honey, they will also face the wrath of God’s American followers, who stand ready to rape their souls with hate and send them home again.

It’s sickening to read about those wealthy passengers in Titanic lifeboats who refused to pluck third class passengers from the frigid waters of the North Atlantic, because they were afraid of what might become of their possessions. It’s unpleasant to think about such cruelty, but cruelty hasn’t changed much since the Titanic went down. In fact, it’s alive and well in America today.

Equally vexing are pompous politicians who thump their chests and declare that all life is sacred. They don’t believe that notion for one moment! Most Americans don’t either, especially when that life originates from Central America and shows up on our nation’s doorstep with an outstretched hand. Nothing turns us off faster than a neighbor in need from the other side of the tracks. In fact, rotting corpses get better treatment from maggots, and at least the maggots are doing a public service, which is more than can be said about Xenophobic Americans and the politicians who are fanning the flames of hatred at our southern borders.