I’m a European-American. If I were to provide any criticism about having to stand in line behind an undocumented immigrant, it would take a very short time for the “racist” accusation to be hurled at me. In today’s America, I, as a white male seem to be at the bottom of the totem pole with the undocumented immigrants ranking high above me. Thank you, multiculturalism.
But standing in line behind the undocumented immigrants is something people must start getting used to, I thought, because it will happen again when they check in at their local hospital, and when they register their children in the public school. But I managed to keep my mouth shut and the young man with the baseball hat on backwards gave me a number. I had an appointment. I felt lucky, I felt blessed. Maybe I too could get my driver’s license.
Two hours later I was still at the DMV, waiting, and running out of fuel: my Starbucks’ Venti cup of coffee was completely empty; and I simply didn’t have enough time for a refill and a conversation with the barista about race relations. As I looked around, I wondered what had happened to America. When I had arrived in the United States 30 years ago, there seemed to be a confident spirit in the air — but that was during the Reagan Era. Looking around now, I saw so many Americans that were sloppily dressed and so sluggish in their appearance, as if their spirit was broken. And maybe their spirit was broken. And how could it not be? They had been told by their governor, in essence, to get behind in line of the undocumented immigrants. They had been told, in essence, that they were second-class citizens. I couldn’t help but reminisce about the better days in America. I couldn’t help but reminisce of President Reagan.