The great melting pot

Recently the migrant caravan was the topic of discussion. I heard a young man say, “I don’t want killers in my country.” It was disturbing to hear such a comment from a person in his 20s.

I have had the privilege of living and working in different parts of the country. I’ve also worked with many wonderful Americans from every race, ethnicity and religion. Good, hardworking people trying to make a living and/or raising a family. People with the same joys and dreams as me. People that suffered the same heartache and pain as me. We laughed, played, cried, fought and made up. We watched the same movies and TV. Listened to the same music and went to the same club or house of worship.

I have had minimal problems with the melting pot of people that make up this great land. I assume some were Republican or Democrat. Some were Mexican, Japanese, Russian, German, Arab, Salvadoran, Guatemalan, etc. All loved this country. All were decent people.

We all have skeletons. But I never feared any of them. They didn’t mean to do me any harm. All of them are as American as any of us are. At some point in time an immigrant rooted us here to become American citizens. We should extend the same right to those people that wish to join us. After all, that is the motto of the United States of America: E pluribus unum. JOE ZAMORA

Monette