12/06/20

By Josh Rubin

I know we are all wondering how things will change for people waiting and arriving at the southern border. We have been promised an immediate end to MPP, the remain in Mexico policy that has stranded thousands who have been kept, impoverished, in limbo, in camps and scattered along the borderline. The line protected by guns and fortifications to defend the wealth of a nation against those seeking sanctuary.

They promised. On Day One, they said. And we are watching to see it happen, our attention tragically divided as we wait for another promise to be kept, the one that frees us from our own uncanny imprisonment, house arrest enforced by a plague of biblical proportion. One that drives even more of the dispossessed to our gates.

Whatever happens with these promises, and others, we will need many more of them. Like a promise to unwind the noose of evil that the immigration policies have been twisted into, direly tangled from frayed indifference to willful malevolence.

From us, it will require sharp focus by eyes that often blur with tears. We can try. That is our promise.