Rendering Unto Caesar
Like many Americans these days, I go to church to be upset. As in almost every other institution in the West, most mainstream churches have been taken over by leftists, gutted from the inside, and worn as skinsuits while the invaders demand respect. This leaves many of the faithful believers thinking that they don’t have a place to go. I can’t prove it, but judging by my own family, attendance is probably down.
This week the Catholics were assaulted with a letter from the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops. It said:
We are deeply disappointed that the Senate was not able to come together in a bipartisan manner to secure legislative protection for the Dreamers. With the March 5 th deadline looming, we ask once again that the Members of Congress show the leadership necessary to find a just and humane solution for these young people, who daily face mounting anxiety and uncertainty."
We are also announcing a National Catholic Call-In Day to Protect Dreamers. This coming weekend we will be asking the faithful across the nation to call their Members of Congress next Monday, February 26, to protect Dreamer from deportation, to provide them with a path to citizenship and to avoid any damage to existing protections for families and unaccompanied minors in the process.
Our faith compels us to stand with the vulnerable, including our immigrant brothers and sisters. We have done so continually, but we must show our support and solidarity in a special way. Now is the time for action.
First of all, remember the rule of high-pressure sales? The deadline is on the fifth, but if you call now, in this special way, you’ll secure the special medal of charity™. Be the first in your parish to earn the medal.
Second, let me state my biases, all my biases on this issue.
I am an immigrant from a Latin country. I came here, 33 years ago, with twenty kilos of clothing, my education, and not much else, having spent my entire savings to secure the ticket to join my then boyfriend in North Carolina. We got married a couple of weeks later, and I applied for a green card. I did not apply for citizenship for five years, though I worked very hard at acculturating.
As part of this bias, I must tell you that acculturation is hard. Very hard.
Culture is not, as some idiots on the left and right believe, genetic, but it is something inculcated into you from your very earliest breath, your very first awareness of the world.
When I came here, people often looked at me with a puzzled expression. Granted, they still do that. I write science fiction. I also have an accent you can cut diamonds on. But they used to stare at me even when I kept my mouth shut. At the very basic level, people from other cultures move differently. They shop differently, they think differently, and they live differently.