BDKJMU wrote:Regardless, Reagan wasn't calling for open borders. Coming through DOORS (ie the POEs)- he meant coming in LEGALLY. Not over the walls (ie crossing the border illegally). Nice try though...
He was in favor of granting amnesty for those who entered illegally and contributed to society.
He was also in favor of the free movement of people and goods between the US, Mexico, and Canada.
Reagan himself was a dreamer, capable of imagining a world without trade barriers. In announcing his presidential candidacy in Nov. 1979, he had proposed a “North American accord” in which commerce & people would move freely across the borders of Canada & Mexico. This idea, largely overlooked or dismissed as a campaign gimmick in the US, rankled nationalist sensibilities in the neighboring nations. But Reagan was serious in his proposal. Though he traveled only once outside the North American continent during his first 57 years, he was neither insular nor isolationist. California has windows to the world in Asia, and Reagan thought of the US as a Pacific power as well as an Atlantic one. He also had a Californian’s consciousness of Mexico and an actor’s appreciation of Canadians, who are well-represented in the film community. The dream of a North American accord would drive the successful pursuit of a US-Canadian free trade agreement and a future-oriented “framework” trade agreement with Mexico
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BDKJMU wrote:Someone comes to your home, they should be INVITED, and come through the front door. Not sneak in UNINVITED by climbing through a f'ing window in the middle of the night....
That's only recent US immigration policy. Hasn't been the case for very long. This country is predominantly made up of people whose ancestors came here UNINVITED.
True, minorities have always been resisted when they've immigrated in large numbers. Irish, Chinese, Jews, etc. But, that's no excuse to continue with the hate.
Etched into the Statue of Liberty:
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"