Listening to the radio this morning, I heard something along the lines of, “The Democrats should give Trump the five billion for the wall to make a compromise to get DACA fixed properly.”
First, the wall will be Crowdfunded in like 68 years, so chill.
Second, compromise requires trust, but whatever.
Not interested in arguing immigration, but thinking about immigration got me thinking about a friend from college who was a great example of an immigration success story.
Eduardo was a friend I met through working summer conferences and was a genuinely kind human being. He immigrated here from Central America, I believe El Salvador, I’m old and the details escape me. Eduardo was someone with whom I didn’t spend much time after we stopped working together, but was always a friendly face when I saw him around campus for the next couple of years. And lord knows I needed happy faces in those days.
Anyway, Eduardo didn’t speak English when he first arrived here, but wanted to learn as much as he could as quickly as possible, so of course, he turned to television. MTV to be precise and back in the day, between videos and actual programming around music, dude probably had a righteous education in the American English vernacular of the time.
But you know, some things don’t always translate.
And when we worked together, he liked to sing a certain song to me. It was adorable, really. It was. And everyone got a kick out of it.
“Juuuu-leeeeeeee, you don’t have to put on the red light to-NIIIIIght.”
On repeat.
“Juuuu-leeeeeeee, you don’t have to put on the red light to-NIIIIIght.”
I am certain he didn’t mean to call me a prostitute.
Not that there’s anything wrong with it.