I want to be even more blunt than usual about something. I live here in America (the United States), and I’m sick of white people (Eastern Europeans) complaining about brown people (Mexicans) overcrowding the land that they (the white people) stole from a different kind of brown people (Native Americans) and calling it an “immigration” issue.
I’m sure it’s not purely racist. I realize there are practical economic issues to the immigration “problem” that America has, but they pale in comparison to the genocide that was committed on this soil a few hundred years ago. The Native Americans who used to thrive here are gone for the most part, and frankly I’m not sure if I care if the descendants of the (white) people who killed them are eventually gone too.
I’m not taking sides. It all just seems so arbitrary. In the grand scheme of things, I find it hard to care who wins this ongoing race war and gets to be the next group of people to rule this land. It’s true that the Native Americans probably would have never developed advanced technology like what we have (because they were more into nature), but I’m not sure if the cell phone networks, computers, and indoor plumbing we’ve built have made us happier, more noble, or a generally better civilization than they were. So, I’m not sure if I care whether it all eventually collapses.
Immigration isn’t a problem for America. It’s poetic justice.