May Day 2010, the workers are marching.
Arizona really did this country a great service, it has united the immigrants. Not just the Hispanics living in Phoenix, but every one of us who came to this country seeking a better life for our families.
Flashback to the early 60’s, my father arrives in this country with a few dollars in his pocket. Lives in a boarding house across the street from the restaurant he works at as a waiter. A year goes by and he’s able to free my mother and I from Castro’s grip. As more time goes by, my dad helps many of our family and friends make the same trip.
My dad was college educated but since he lacked the inglés skills, he ended up waiting tables for most of his life. He was grateful to have been given the chance to enter this country and he served it well, red napkin over his forearm, shoes burning from hours on his feet.
To Arizona and any other states contemplating the same ridiculous path, be careful what you wish for, or you’ll be mowing your own lawns one day.
So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruins
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing