Get Out of My Country

Some very disturbing videos have been making the rounds on social media.

A 92-year-old Latino man was assaulted...

...in his wheelchair.

His attackers told him to “go back to his own country.”

A woman who’d rented a spot at a park was wearing a shirt with the Puerto Rican flag on it.

That video was him ranting about how America would never be changed and that she should:

“Go back to her country.”

He doesn’t know much about Puerto Rico and what it means to be a territory. They are American citizens.

There have been at least 4 more.

I can’t bear to watch...

...but you know who could watch it?

The cop who wouldn’t stop the attack.

The border agents who are separating families.

Those who are just sitting on the sidelines and watching it all go down.

Does it sadden you?

Because it saddens me.

People are emboldened to attack other people because of how they look.

Kids are in cages.

Others are still separated because they didn’t bother to keep track. When you go to a bowling alley they give you half a ticket so you can retrieve your coat when your last frame is rolled.

Didn’t think of that.

‘Cause they didn’t care.

Those people are disposable to them.

Yet, here’s the funny thing about those foreigners...

...they’re people!

They have dreams. They love their kids. They want to be happy.

And some of them have been citizens all their lives!

They’re being attacked because they don’t look like their attackers think they should look.

“Get out of my country!”

It’s a country that’s becoming hard to recognize.

“Would you actually move out of the country?” I asked a buddy of mine who was recently on vacation out of the country.

“I’m thinking about it,” he said. “I can’t believe it, but I am?”

It’s gotta’ stop.

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