Saturday, November 28, 2015

Refugees are knocking. Let 'em in.

Stew and I have just returned from a one-week drive through the immensity known as Texas, where we visited relatives of mine in Houston and in Austin—all of whom, like me, came from Cuba as refugees.

Our visit coincided with the media and political furor against Syrian refugees, who've been battered and demonized mostly by Republican presidential candidates playing a xenophobic game of "can you top this?". Trump has talked about registering all Muslims in the U.S., or perhaps shutting down some of their mosques. Carson compared violent Muslim extremists to rabid dogs, while Huckabee likened some refugees to rotten peanuts.

Not to be left out of this Islamophobic conga line, some thirty state governors have vowed not admit refugees from Syria, even though governors have no immigration say-so whatsoever and, barring the construction of Berlin Walls along state lines, Syrians could take a bus from say, Minnesota to Wisconsin.

Most curious of all are Rubio and Cruz's tirades against admitting Syrian refugees: Their own parents came to the U.S. as refugees from Cuba, a fact one would think should engender a more generous attitudes toward the latest bunch of desperate human beings
María, the youngest refugee in my family, lives in Austin.
fleeing persecution and economic misery. (I particularly resent Cruz, who reminds me of Al Lewis, who played Grandpa in The Munsters).

Indeed, since Castro rose to power in 1959, over a million Cubans have been admitted to the U.S. under special policies, protections and programs not generally afforded to refugees from other countries.

I arrived in the U.S. in 1962 under a program called Peter Pan that was part humanitarian gesture part Cold War propaganda, and allowed fourteen thousand Cuban minors into the country with only a "visa waiver"—in effect no visa requirements at all except the most cursory "come on in" paperwork from the U.S. State Department. In 1970 I became an American citizen.

When I arrived I stayed at a refugee camp outside of Miami for two months before moving in with an uncle in New York. Thousands of Peter Panners were scattered throughout the country, to American homes, orphanages and pretty much anyone who would take them. Many grew up to be rich and famous, a few reported sexual and physical abuse at the hand of their "sponsors."

I wish America were willing to extend if only a portion of the kindness given to Peter Pan kids to the tens of thousands of Syrian children all over the Middle East, Europe, and who knows where, trying to escape the terror and misery choking their home countries.
My second cousin, Adrián, who now lives in Houston, and his family—all refugees—were admitted to the U.S. in 2000 through another peculiar avenue: a visa lottery held by the U.S. embassy in Havana.

It's been a great deal for Adrián—and America. He's a thin, ambitious, high-energy guy, about thirty-years old, who since his arrival has earned a degree in chemical engineering, an M.B.A. and is taking night classes in finance. He works for Exxon-Mobil in Houston. His wife expects to become a registered nurse by year's end. Meanwhile, Adrián's brother, became a pharmacist and works for Walgreens in Miami.

My second cousins in Austin arrived to the U.S. more recently; Julio, the head of the family, arrived early last year, and his wife Odette, and two daughters, one eight years old, the other fifteen, got to Austin just four months ago.

They all arrived through another Cuban quirk in U.S. immigration law called the "wet foot, dry foot" policy. In short, if you're Cuban and somehow get to set foot in America somehow or other—off a boat in Florida or through the U.S. border with Mexico—bingo, you're in. After a year-long "parole" you're entitled to U.S. residency and all the perks that come with it, including citizenship in five years.

The Austin clan worked with a Cuban connection in Cancún, Mexico, who has set up a lucrative business based on the dry-foot provision of American immigration law. Say what you will, Cubans are nothing if not enterprising. The Cancún group charges a hefty fee, to which I contributed three thousand dollars, and for that you get a Mexican working permit that gets you out of Cuba.

After a brief respite in Mexico for a Corona and a taco, the facilitators take you to the U.S. border, give you some coins that get you through the turnstile—and you're in America. Julio came through the El Paso crossing, the rest of the family through McAllen, Texas.

The gang's all here: Odette, Julio, and María, 8, Ana, 15. 
Since his arrival in Austin, where he stayed with friends, Julio, a thirty-something, soft-spoken, gentle-faced guy with sparse hair, has worked—and worked and worked—installing drywall. It's back-breaking work, he says, particularly during Texas's broiling summers, but in addition he moonlights a few days a week as a cook, which was his original line of work in Cuba.

His wife Odette, a dermatologist back home, is exploring coursework to find some medical-type job, probably as a phlebotomist or a nurse's aide. The two girls are attending school. Julio is working to either get a license to drive a truck, a lucrative job, or save enough money to buy the tools to become an independent drywall contractor, which also pays more. There's already talk of buying a small house instead of wasting money on rent.

This gang, as their Houston counterparts, are American Dream-bound. I have no doubts.

Indeed, Cubans have had amazingly good luck at the immigration roulette compared to other national groups, such as Haitians and now Syrians.

For sure, Cubans are far more inconspicuous and "blendable" than the Syrians, most of whom are Muslim, some wearing exotic gear such as hijabs and kufi hats.

Syrians also suffer from the Muslim connection to terrorism, most recently in Paris.

Except that until recently Cuba and the U.S. have had a fractious relationship too, to say the least. Since 1982 until this year, Cuba was a member of the elite "State Sponsors of Terrorism" club at the U.S. State Department, thanks to Castro's annoying support of anti-American governments and guerrilla insurgencies worldwide, from Angola to Nicaragua.

Then, in 1982, there was the immigration debacle known as the Mariel boatlift which brought approximately 125,000 Cubans—some of them convicts or mentally ill folk—to the U.S. For further details, ask former Arkansas Gov. Bill Clinton, who lost a reelection bid in part because of his mishandling of riots and looting by Marielitos housed at an Army barracks in Arkansas formerly used to detain German prisoners of war during World War II.  

For better or for worse, though, Cubans have kept on coming, about 1.1 million as of 2013, with nothing like the vetting now required of Syrians.

During the past two years, the U.S. has admitted only 1,800 Syrian refugees, half of them children and one quarter people over sixty years old. In fact, the screening process so thorough that it takes eighteen months to two years for a Syrian refugee application to be approved, if ever.

Some Republicans in Congress, while proclaiming not to be anti-Muslim, want to pile on so many entry requirements that a prospective Syrian refugee would have to explain the theory of relativity while doing the rhumba before getting a refugee visa. In other words, forget it.

Cubans certainly have been an industrious bunch, in part transforming Miami from a ramshackle retirement destination into a glittering vacation mecca with a Latin flavor. But most important, Cubans have learned to develop and use political muscle, with seven Cuban-Americans in Congress at the moment, including senators Rubio and Cruz. Until recently Miami was an obligatory stop for presidential candidates to present their anti-Castro credentials to the Cuban gerontocracy in order to win the Cuban vote—and Florida.

Muslims in the U.S. instead are now terrified by the backlash largely instigated by Republican presidential candidates post the Paris terrorist attacks.

That's a shame both for them and for the U.S. When I see boatloads of Syrian refugees I don't see terrorists although there might be one aboard. Far more likely I see folks who could become another Adrián or Julio, if given a chance. It's a risk worth taking.

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10 comments:

  1. Excellent, educational and thought provoking.

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  2. Totally agree. Really good post.

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  3. Well said, this touched a cord for me. I have cousins who came with Peter Pan. My parents immigrated in 1952 except for that, I would have been one of those children too.

    Refugees and immigrants are what made America. They give us new ideas, new perspective, and fresh enthusiasms for our country.

    regards,
    Theresa

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  4. The US as far as total numbers of immigrants is the world leader. That fact is the USA's greatest strength in building its future. If it were not for the sheer number of immigrants the US enjoys, the US would not be covering its reproduction rate; not a good thing for economic growth.

    I've got no problem with letting in displaced people from the middle east as long as they go through a vetting process. It is the method we as a nation have always used.

    Nice essay today.

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    1. Norm: A pressing problem in many countries—Japan, Russia, Italy and Germany—is negative population growth, caused by lower fertility rates. That's not a good thing, as some may think. A shrinking population has a negative impact on economic growth. As for the U.S.? Steady immigration has prevented that.

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  5. I have been mulling this issue for a few weeks. Then, my mother's prayer at Thanksgiving dinner put it into perspective. She was thankful for this nation that offered up its shores to a group of dissenters looking for a place to find freedom of worship. There it was. That is the tag that I had been searching for all these weeks.

    The Middle East is involved in struggles over political power, but, at its base, each of the disputes are sectarian. People are dying because they do not fully share their "enemies'" method of worshiping God. Admitting religious refugees seems like a natural issue for the Republican Party, with its touting of American virtues.

    At one point, I considered the best option would be setting up refugee camps near the home countries of the refugees -- the route Europe appears to be desperately seeking. Then I remember the "temporary" Palestinian refugee camps. Refugees may prefer to say near their home countries, but not if there is no hope that the tensions that drive them from their homes is not going to be resolved.

    One last point. When I was involved in the College Republicans in Oregon, there was a large contingent of immigrants from Syria in our group. The last Republican governor of Oregon, Vic Atiyeh, was the son of Syrian immigrants.

    This presidential election has absolutely baffled me. Both parties seem to be taking positions at odds with their political history. But, then, that is one reason I moved to Mexico -- to get away from it all.

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  6. I replied to your comment before but apparently my dysfunctional or barely functional internet service swallowed my message.

    We watched a recent two-hour special on PBS about the Pilgrims which reminded us why this original bunch of separatists, independent and contrarian immigrants set the tone for America's "exceptionalism". The reasons for the perilous voyage into the unknown were totally different from those of the conquistadores who came over to basically rape, pillage and plunder. The Puritan experiment didn't appear to work exactly as planned, but it set the tone.

    Ben Carson, during his recent trip to Jordan, observed that the refugee camps he witnessed were not as bad as he expected and that the U.S. should basically provide some financially support to keep those folks just where they are. It seems to me that refugee camps are by definition temporary and parasitic setups. People who live there have not permanent way to make a living or build an economy, particularly when they find themselves on someone else's land. You're right that's what happened with the Palestinians in refugee camps.

    As for Syrians joining a campus Republican organization, I've got an even more counterintuitive group, the Log Cabin Republicans, for gay folks.

    How's your foot/feet, leg/legs? We get periodic reports from your consul in San Miguel, Barbara Eckrote, but nothing conclusive.

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