I think of my friend Tom, who came from an upper middle class family, his father was quite wealthy. Tom went on to college fully expecting to work in the family business. Until his dad died in car crash on his way to visit him. Tom, whose mother had died years before, now was alone, with a new found wealth which he quickly squandered. He crossed another border literally when he came to California and tried to rebuild his life after the drugs and the booze. Married, divorced and finally married again. He lives a very quiet life as a therapist helping hundreds of people cross the borders of their own lives.
Every day, thousands of migrants, risking their lives and in terrible conditions, cross borders to reach the land of their dreams. What attracts people to migrate are the lifestyles, the commodities of the rich countries, the ability to earn money to buy things and to escape from poverty.. In the contemporary world, despite the current economic crisis, the lifestyle of people in the rich countries is the prevalent paradigm.
Crossing a physical border into a land where you have nothing in hopes of a better dream is an act of courage. How many of us, as American Citizens wish we could cross a new border into more meaningful work, safety from economic calamity and the realization of our dreams for our own children now? How many of you? I know I do. We have six kids and all of them face more uncertainty than I ever did. Is it any wonder those who are worse off than us materially, cross our borders? Isn’t this a matter of human survival and worth? Ultimately, isn’t that what we are talking about? As the song goes, We aren't crossing the border, the border is crossing us.With Grace and Grit, John