Saturday, November 22, 2014

On a Nation of Immigrants

Tonight, as President Obama takes the politically incendiary step of executive action to reform immigration, it seems like a good time to write about something that I've experienced first hand over the past year. America's immigration system is broken.

Let's start off by setting some stuff out. I'm utterly uninterested in how exactly reform happens. Whether by bipartisan dialogue, Senate and House bills, or Presidential decree, the method doesn't really matter. Whether articulated by Republican, Democrat or Independent voices, from politicians, activists or ordinary people, the person speaking doesn't matter. I'm not concerned at all with how reform is delivered. I'm pretty unconcerned about whether the President has the necessary authority to do this alone (because, he does). I don't write in defense of President Obama, with whom I agree with very little, or in defiance of the new Republican majority, with whom I agree on even less.

What matters is that we recognize that those we are talking about are not simply 'immigrants', 'illegals' or 'aliens', but families and individuals. Our shared humanity is more important than nationality, country of origin or label. Whether they look to escape day to day lives defined by conflict, flee economic systems that deny them fair wages and equal treatment, or simply desire a better future, a fresh start and a new home in the US, they seek those most American pursuits of life, liberty and happiness.

Not every immigrant has fled hardship. Not every immigrant has suffered. Not every immigrant is in need of our charity or concern. But every immigrant is a person, and every immigrant deserves the right to be recognized.

It's true that not every immigrant is here legally. Not every immigrant contributes to society, not every immigrant works, not every immigrant obeys the law.

But, those are not every immigrant. Those are individuals. And their misdemeanors are no more real, and no more weighty, than the lives of the average immigrants who quietly maintain themselves and their families, without reliance upon the Government. We have a system already in place to deal with immigrants who break the law, and it's the same system that is necessary for those Americans who do the same.

I am an immigrant. To get here, I spent nearly a year applying for a Fiancee VISA. I followed the process. I did things the right way. I entered the US legally. And I did it that way because I am incredibly fortunate to have the capacity and tenacity to overcome the unnecessarily obtuse barriers of immigration. Along with my now wife I completed the initial forms, and the follow up forms, and the forms that came after that. I attended interviews, submitted to medical exams, and paid thousands of dollars to get here and get through the process.

I am University educated. English is my first language. I had the assistance of others. I had enough time to devote to completing everything. I had enough money saved to pay the fees. I had every advantage available, in other words, and yet I found the process to be confusing, repetitive and stressful. I repeatedly had to clarify or resend forms that had been incorrectly completed. An initial K1 Visa is expected to take four to six months to complete, for us it took ten. Due to the sheer amount of time it takes to get a VISA, and, yes, some administrative delays, I arrived in America just five days before my wedding. 

Usually, when I explain the process and what I had to do to get to my wedding in America, people recognize that it's unreasonable. I've written before about how the expectation is that I should have been able to get in easily, that as an educated, British male, with savings and a decent job, I should be someone who finds it easy to get a VISA and enter the US. There's the thing. It was. My experience was slow, irritating and almost disastrous, but eventually my perseverance paid off and I got my VISA.

The flip side of my experience is not an easy entry into the country; it's exactly the same trials as I've faced, but worse.

Imagine what that process would be like if you were trying to do it with a lower level of education, in a second language, without any help. Imagine that you're trying to escape from desperate poverty or violence, that you have a limited amount of time, that you're worried about your family's safety. Imagine that you don't have the money to pay the fees. And then imagine that every time you submit a form it gets returned to you, or worse, ignored altogether, because you missed a question, or accidentally ticked the wrong box. Imagine waiting months for the system to work for you, without any idea of whether it will.

I have seen first hand what happens when immigration is politicized. It raises barriers and obstacles for all. With the aim of keeping out a few criminals it refuses access to any and all. My VISA application was made more difficult because of an over zealous attempt to keep people who would abuse the benefits of society out. Instead it simply prevents those in most need from accessing the vital opportunity to make a new start.

It should come as no surprise to anyone that people try and dodge this system, not because they are hardened criminals, or are intent on undermining the country, but because the process for legally entering the US is intended to make it as difficult as possible to do so. Every step is made intentionally difficult, and then we act confused when people try to avoid that perniciously constructed difficulty. We punish the people who have got here illegitimately, but attempt to deny them the chance to do so within the law.

The system, as it is, is broken.

President Obama's executive action today is a good start to fixing it, but it is just a start. There are 11 million undocumented people in America. There is no benefit in keeping those who are here already from being able to legally work. There is tremendous harm in maintaining the status quo as it currently is - Jim Wallis at Sojourners has some great stuff to say here. This is not a full amnesty, but a chance for some immigrants to gain some recognition. It's a half-measure couched in qualification.

Eventually it boils down to this; we in America sit on unparalleled wealth, privilege and comfort. Too much of our immigration policy is about denying access to this to others. How often do we hear the language of economic impact used to describe immigration? We worry about loss of jobs, about benefits going to the undeserving, and ignore the plight of those in need because we're concerned about the economic consequences.

One of my favorite political speeches is from Lincoln's First Inaugural Address. In it, he delivers an impassioned plea for the avoidance of secession by the South, and for calm and reconciliation between the two sides. It ends with one of the most famous pieces of Presidential oratory, and a lasting appeal for brotherhood and grace.
We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection.
Tonight, President Obama is echoing the sentiments of Lincoln's address, calling not for fellowship between opposing states, but an attempt at recognition, openness and acceptance from Americans towards those who seek entry in. Decriminalization allows already productive workers to become part of society, but it requires society to welcome them in. 

The immigration reform he proposes is imperfect, certainly. There is much for both sides to discuss, But its core principle is an attempt to alter the terms of the conversation we're currently having, to recognize that this is not just an academic debate but one about peoples lives and futures.

This is the most fundamental reality of immigration reform; all immigrants are just people, and they matter.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

On October 31st

American Holidays, eh. What are they about? Independence Day, Thanksgiving, Columbus Day. Like all the other made up American holidays which clutter up the year they mostly seem to revolve around the heroic consumption of canned produce and the willful misremembrance of historical atrocities.

Of course October is the 30 day prequel to Halloween; the cheerful holiday about the dead. It's the only holiday which is specifically designed to encourage children to decorate their house, and dress up, as the things we fear the most. Or rather, the things that pop-culture thinks we fear the most, rather than the things that anyone actually fears.

Fear of the Student Loans Service trying to recover the money I blew on '"bettering myself" through "education"
I guess it's because it's hard to market the theme of 'psychologically-crippling existential angst', or 'the fragility of an insignificant life in the face of the uncaring universe's eternal, infinite vacuum', or 'our meaningless day-to-day existence guarantees that most of our dreams will remain forever unachieved'. Which is a shame, because I'd love to see a 6 year old dressed as 'the constant but uncomfirmable worry that my parents may not love me as much as they say'.

Still, I guess it's easier to sell a pointy hat, a mask and a broomstick, and brand a kid as a witch. Monetising our fears is something of an American pastime, which is why Halloween is indelibly linked with the American pop-culture psyche. Ever since FDR said we have nothing to fear but fear itself, America has been busy rewriting that list to 'fear itself (and also the supernatural)' and slapping a pricetag on its likeness.

I freaking love Halloween, you guys. I mean, I love pretty much all the holidays, but Halloween has a special place in my heart, just because of how under-exposed to it we are in England. It just is not a thing, which makes watching any TV show or movie featuring Halloween seem much more glamorous for being so alien. I've been really excited to get a taste of that, and it's been stoked by the massive amount of pre-Holiday lead up America goes in for.

Unlike the UK where Halloween is a strictly one day event, America has decorations appearing from the very start of the month. Pumpkins sprout from lawns, ghosts appear floating in trees, and I'm pretty sure that somebody was probably releasing live vampire bats into the neighborhood, just to add to that holiday atmosphere. When it's still two weeks from Halloween and there's a glow in the dark sarcophagi in peoples front yards, you know you're in for a treat.

In fact, the whole country went full out for the spirit of Halloween, by getting irrationally terrified about Ebola; a disease whose status as disaster du jour belies the fact that, so far it's had about as much of an impact on America as a whole as incidences of people accidentally lighting the black candle and raising their towns witches from the dead.

Threat of Sanderson Sisters returning > Threat of an Ebola epidemic in the US
On the night itself my friends, the neighbourhood Moms, invited us out with their families. The kids were banding together to go trick-or-treating so while the Zapf's went to the movies, JJ and I took Mina out with them. On a float. Meaning that as the kids went door to door the parents sat on a decorated trailer being pulled along behind a four wheeler, drinking Jello shots and beer. This is doing Halloween right. At the end of the evening, we passed a house that was giving out warm apple cider and mini sausages around a house fire. America. you guys. Give them your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, and they'll give out cocktail weiners at Halloween.

Unfortunately, even the offer of sausages and cider couldn't keep us outside much past an hour. Whilst winter hasn't properly come yet, even into November we've not had any of the long promised snow, the temperature has dropped incredibly. I'd reused my Superman outfit from my stag, but was disappointed to find that whatever flammable material it's made out of isn't suitable for withstanding sub-zero degrees. Which is probably legit, because I doubt Superman even notices temperature differentials; dude flies in space, and it gets chilly out there. He's not likely to have a costume that emphasises utility. I also didn't shave my beard, because, rationally, how would Superman do that?

Finding a comics appropriate, weather suitable, scientifically accurate Superman costume is hard.

What it would be pretty easy to do, and definitely something I will consider for next year, is to get a theme costume going with Mina. I wanted to dress him as Professor X, JJ as Jean Grey and find a Cyclops costume, but I've since come up with the much better idea of going as Bane, with Mina as post-Knightfall Bruce Wayne.

May need to work on getting some spherical chest implants first.

This year however, Mina refused to go as Batman, thwarting the 'World's Finest' team up I had looked forward to.

JJ refused to dress up at all, because she hates fun of all kinds.