Wednesday, someone had the poor taste by using the word Antifa to comment on Endtown. I guess it’s my turn to show even more poor taste by trying to respond to that comment. //
I do not have a history for the word, Antifa, nor do I care. I do know that, until Charlottesville, I had never heard the word. And now, it appears to have grown and taken on a life of its own. //
The problem is perception. And the perception is, to be Antifa is every bit as bad, even more so, than those we oppose. You know, folks like Nazis, the KKK, and even Communists, if you think about it. That somehow, to take a stand, however feeble, against these so very anti-American people and ideas, makes us worse than the very people we oppose. //
And rightly ought to oppose. //
My father-in-law fought in World War II. He fought the very people that we are talking about. I guess that makes him Antifa. //
God bless him. //
Four generations in New Mexico, yet, my father-in-law’s children will still get challenged from time to time, “Where are your green cards?” His family didn’t cross the border legally or illegally; the United States border crossed over them in one of our many Mexican wars. //
But too many don’t know the difference. //
Since a natural born citizen doesn’t get a green card, what’s a Spanish looking, Spanish speaking person supposed to carry? Birth certificates? Sheriffs will claim that they’re forged. National citizenship card? We already know that state drivers’ licenses and identification cards won’t do. //
And if Hispanics have to carry a national ID card, shouldn’t the rest of us have to, as well? I mean, how do we know if an English speaking Anglo isn’t an illegal immigrant from Canada? //
It saddens me tremendously that to want to fight against racism, one party rule, and supremacy of a
Wednesday, someone had the poor taste by using the word Antifa to comment on Endtown. I guess it’s my turn to show even more poor taste by trying to respond to that comment. //
I do not have a history for the word, Antifa, nor do I care. I do know that, until Charlottesville, I had never heard the word. And now, it appears to have grown and taken on a life of its own. //
The problem is perception. And the perception is, to be Antifa is every bit as bad, even more so, than those we oppose. You know, folks like Nazis, the KKK, and even Communists, if you think about it. That somehow, to take a stand, however feeble, against these so very anti-American people and ideas, makes us worse than the very people we oppose. //
And rightly ought to oppose. //
My father-in-law fought in World War II. He fought the very people that we are talking about. I guess that makes him Antifa. //
God bless him. //
Four generations in New Mexico, yet, my father-in-law’s children will still get challenged from time to time, “Where are your green cards?” His family didn’t cross the border legally or illegally; the United States border crossed over them in one of our many Mexican wars. //
But too many don’t know the difference. //
Since a natural born citizen doesn’t get a green card, what’s a Spanish looking, Spanish speaking person supposed to carry? Birth certificates? Sheriffs will claim that they’re forged. National citizenship card? We already know that state drivers’ licenses and identification cards won’t do. //
And if Hispanics have to carry a national ID card, shouldn’t the rest of us have to, as well? I mean, how do we know if an English speaking Anglo isn’t an illegal immigrant from Canada? //
It saddens me tremendously that to want to fight against racism, one party rule, and supremacy of a