It’s hard for me to discuss the Border Wall without bias, so these are the facts:
The Border Wall is 649 miles of steel fencing that divides the United States and Mexico. It cost $2.3 billion to build and was designed to ebb the flow of illegal contraband and people into the U.S.
There are varying reports about how well the Border Wall functions; estimates in Tucson, Arizona range from 87% effective to 30% effective. Many a politician has suggested lengthening the wall to span the entire U.S. – Mexico border and doubling up existing fences but few discuss solving the bigger issues.
They’ve spoken about the cost, the effectiveness, etc. but they haven’t discussed what this wall signifies, the people who are affected or the implications it has on being American. Does anyone else remember what’s engraved on lady liberty?
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, the tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
I am not versed in immigration reform. I don’t have the answers. But this is what I see — a wall, only a few miles from my childhood home, that scares me. It threatens everything I love about my hometown — the people I grew up with, the community that raised me, and the culture that has coloured my worldview. It threatens what it means to be an American, what I love about being an American. And it’s too big to ignore.