Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2000 10:02:17 -0600 (CST
From: James Floyd (jfloyd@hiwaay.net)
Subject: Sting, Stang, Stung
Last evening, at about three minutes pass seven o'clock, I
decided that 'the problem' is not the little, illegal, wet-backs
who are flooding into Alabama, also, I now know that 'the
problem' is not the greedy, treasonous, businessmen who
take full advantage of this cheap labor.
No, both groups are acting-out a very natural role in this
comic, human drama.
'The problem', in my beloved South, is the same as it has
been since 1865. Oh yes, it was bad in 65! We had drunk,
barefooted, Negroes occupying the state house, eating
peanuts, fist fighting and throwing food at each other. We
had Thaddeus Stevens, scalawags, carpetbaggers, Union
League Clubs, all working together with other political
parasites, looters, knaves and fools, to destroy the South.
Last night, at seven o'clock, at the bi-monthly Cullman City
Counsel meeting, our 'New South' leaders exhibited what
any thinking-person would conclude to be a continuation of
the Thaddeus Stevens, postwar government.
And, last night, history was made at this meeting. It was the
shortest meeting in the history of this city. I arrived a few
seconds after it open, only to find that it was over, closed!
And there were snide little grins on all faces except those of
the TV people. Surely, they were wondering why they had
assembled their equipment for such a ridiculously short session.
Well, let me tell you why. They knew I was coming and they
knew what I would say, and they knew that the TV would
carry what I said, and they didn't want it said, and they didn't
want the citizens of Cullman to hear it. They saw that I wasn't
there and gleefully open and closed the meeting almost in the
same breath.
Early in the day, the Cullman County Commission had not
fared so well. I got to this meeting, unannounced, just in time
to take the microphone and smile at the camera;
from memory;
Good morning, I don't know about you but I am embarrassed
that our new Federal Post Office is being built by illegal immigrants.
I am offended that there are seventeen Mexicans standing on a
scaffold within a stone's throw, or taco's toss, of your offices. I
am ashamed that our tax money is going to a treasonous general
and sub-contractor.
How do I know they are illegal? The two on the far end still have
river moss, in their hair, from the Rio Grande. What did you say?
You can't do anything? Oh! That is exactly what the project manager,
in Atlanta, told me. That's what the Chief of Police told me, and
the health department, and the Social Security agent, et. al.
Nobody can do nothing, anything, double, triple negative, nothing!
And it's not just the Post Office. They are still raising the roofs
at Wallace College and they are paving the back-road to the college.
So, why am I telling you all this? George, (County Commissioner)
well, for one thing, I can't talk to mosquitoes.
In addition to the degrading impact of this situation upon the well
being of our workers and their feelings of self-worth, there is the
ever alarming danger of illegal immigrants coming here without
medical screening or a protecting policy of quarantining. These
people who are violating our campus, our city and county, are
known to carry, in their blood stream or lungs, everything from
Dengue fever, to rubella, to malaria, and a strain of tuberculosis
which is immune to any treatment.
So, what we are doing is leaving to chance the health of our
children and entire community. We are gambling that when the
mosquitoes come out this spring that they will carefully avoid
biting an infected illegal and then passing that blood on to our
kids.
Of course, I know no way to appeal to mosquitoes, so, I am asking
you to do something about this dangerous and unacceptable situation.
And so it goes and so it went. The next Counsel meeting is two
weeks away and the brick at the new Post Office will be finished,
this crew of illegal invaders will be off Main Street and our
poltroonish leaders can, again, hold lengthy meetings and ruminate
about how much good they are doing for our community that they love
so very much.
Meanwhile, if there is anyone out there who knows how to talk to
mosquitoes, please, call me. Come to think of it, I had rather talk
to an honest mosquito anyway!
Jim Floyd
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