The Cleansing of America

When will mass deportation begin?

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During his campaign, Donald Trump said that immigrants poisoned the blood of our country. He has also called Mexicans criminals and rapists, you know, exactly as he is. He has accused Haitian immigrants of eating our pets. He has called immigrants animals, monsters, and killers. He has accused some countries in South America of emptying their insane asylums and sending the patients to the U.S. He had absolutely no proof of anything, yet you believed him.

He had promised if he is elected, he will deport illegal immigrants on day one. You must have agreed with everything he said, and harbored the same hatred and racist views as him because you voted for him.

On January 20, 2025, Trump will do exactly what you wanted him to do. He is planning on deporting millions of illegal immigrants on his first day in office. The cleansing of America will begin.

You can be assured that the vast majority of the deportees will be Black and Brown people, with the exception of some Ukrainians, as a gesture to Trump’s idol, Vladimir Putin.

Trump’s plan initially targets illegal immigrants who have criminal records. Then, the undocumented aliens will be the next to be deported. It will be virtually impossible for documented family members and American citizens not to be caught up in the mass deportations. But that is the price Trump and his fascist administration are willing to pay.

You won’t see any white Europeans deported at first. Their turn, and yours, will come when it’s time to eliminate those who are “different,” such as non-Christians, LGBTQ+, and anyone opposing Trump and his fascist regime.

Once the deportations have succeeded in bleaching the American population, Trump will have succeeded where Hitler failed. Our country will be white and Christian, ruled by millionaire white men, where slave labor is once again the foundation of our agricultural system.

All of you rabid MAGA followers will be relegated to leading relatively meaningless lives dedicated to serving the rich and privileged. You will receive meager wages with which you can hope to support yourselves and your families, according to what Trump’s government will allow.

Speaking of families, women will most likely provide for future workforces, as the government will say when and who will become pregnant and by whom. Once again, only heterosexual couples will be allowed to marry once they have been approved by the government.

This may not be what you wanted, but hey, you got rid of those damn immigrants and made America white again. I’m sure your immigrant ancestors must be proud of you.

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This Too Shall Pass

It might be like a kidney stone, but it will pass!

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I am not a religious person, even though I was raised a Catholic. I haven’t been to church in years, as being gay, I was sick of sitting in church hearing the priest calling me an abomination and saying I was going to hell. Usually, it was one of the same priests who was actively molesting altar boys while the bishop was covering up his deeds.

I live in a small village in Western New York State, which, despite having a college, is quite a Conservative community. We have one of each of the following churches, Catholic, Methodist, Presbyterian, All Souls Universalist, and Baptist. We also have quite a few storefront evangelical churches. But the Baptist church in town stands out from the rest.

The pastor and his wife have been called “Hippies” by many of their good Christian neighbors, mainly because they don’t dress or act like traditional members of the clergy and have progressive views. I guess you could say they are “liberal,” you know, like Jesus Christ.

The church also does weird things, such as ministering to homeless teens, giving them free warm meals and clothing, and providing free holiday meals to the poor, regardless of who or what they are, minus the preaching. I’m not saying the other churches don’t serve the community, but they tend to serve only the members of their own churches.

There is a digital sign board in front of the church emphasizing that “ALL” are welcome. The sign also delivers timely and supportive messages to the entire community. However, the messages are not always well received by all.

To the dismay of the other good Christians in the community, the church proudly displays its support for the LGBTQ+ community during Pride Month every June. Did I mention the church is the only church that performs same-sex marriages?

The day after the election, I passed the church and noticed a new message on the signboard. It read, “This too shall pass. It may be like a kidney stone, but it will pass.” Feeling depressed, this message cheered me up and gave me hope for the future. I am sure the members of the neighboring churches were clutching their collective pearls!

I very rarely give kudos to churches or religious organizations, but I felt this one deserved a shoutout. If I ever decided to return to church, this one would be my church of choice. I would be welcomed as a worthwhile human being in the same manner as Christ would do.

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The Circle

                                                                   Max Pixel                                                                

Many years ago, I saw some words scrawled on the marble floor at the entrance of a middle school in upstate New York. For some reason, I remembered those words and thought about them frequently, mostly at times when I was feeling depressed or discouraged. I didn’t look up the author of those words until quite some time later, but when I did, I discovered they were written by Edwin Markham (1852–1940). These words are as follows:

He drew a circle that shut me out –
Heretic, a rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!

When I first read those words, I was confused about who or what I was. I was coming to terms with the fact I was gay and hadn’t really accepted or even liked who I was. I had friends, but I felt alone. I felt outside looking in at something I didn’t know much about. I went to gay bars but always felt alone and out of place. I had few, if any, gay friends, and I found it extremely difficult to make any gay friends. I didn’t think I was that different from other gay people. Maybe I wasn’t that young or that good-looking, but I thought I had a good and accepting heart. I went to gay parades and other gay events, but in the end, I remained alone. I thought something was wrong with me. I was outside the “gay circle” and maybe yearning to get in.

Most of my friends were straight and predominantly work colleagues or neighbors at that time. Very few of these friends knew I was gay, but it didn’t make any difference to those few people. They even encouraged me to try harder to make gay friends. When I socialized, I socialized with these straight friends. Much of the time when I was with them, I secretly felt alone. When I went out alone to have a few drinks I usually went to straight bars and felt completely comfortable there. I don’t think I was ever harassed or bullied because I was gay, maybe because no one suspected it. I was, however, attacked and beaten quite severely twice, leaving a gay bar. Nothing ever came of these incidents, as the police didn’t follow up and seemed disinterested. “Just another fag getting beat up,” I guess. I never really dwelt on these two attacks and I didn’t let them affect me one way or the other. Even though the majority of my friends and acquaintances were straight, I still felt outside of that circle, but far from the gay circle of people who supposedly were more like me.

I never thought that I “had” to identify myself as being gay, as so many gay people I had met insisted upon doing. I met some gay guys who would only patronize a restaurant or clothing store if it was gay! These same people thought it was crazy that I went to straight bars and hung around straight people. Gay people I met weren’t the only ones who questioned my “authenticity” as a gay person. Even my straight friends noted that I didn’t fit their stereotypes of a gay man. Particularly at work, my colleagues would jokingly comment that my office and desk were not neat enough or that my sense of style was not what they imagined it should be. I agree that I am not a neat freak and dress in what makes me comfortable, not to follow a particular style or fit a certain stereotype. So, I guess I was still outside of the circle.

As I became older, I finally became myself. I accepted myself and forgot about fitting into a particular circle. If I felt alone, so what? I felt comfortable being with myself. I gave up classifying my friends as straight or gay. I chose my friends based on what kind of human beings they were, how much we had in common, and how much fun we had together. Hell, I even have Republican friends. Subsequently, I met the right man with similar feelings and experiences, and we were married. I’m happy now, no longer lonely, and I don’t see circles anymore.

I still think about that poem by Edwin Markham and wonder what he meant by those words. I think about children who are bullied and wonder if they felt the way I did, about being shut out and even made fun of. Then I think of these same children, having the strength and love to draw a circle to include their tormentors. Then, I realized that doing that would not work in today’s world. It may even make things worse. I can’t say that I was bullied, but I did feel that I was different, and trying to draw that inclusive circle didn’t work for me. If only it were that easy!