RUTHFULLY YOURS

was a gorgeous day, with a shiny sun, clear cerulean sky and no wind and temperatures in the comfortable mid-50s. A dozen of us came from various boroughs to represent the millions who feel strongly that myriads of unvetted, undocumented, below-the-radar Hispanics from Mexico, Guatemala, Honduras and elsewhere in the isthmus have no business being here, let alone extracting healthcare, education, and social-welfare benefits meant for Americans; especially in a time of massive unemployment and underemployment, stagnant or receding salaries, and near bankruptcy in the one-time garden of democracy.

We were a part of NY ICE, New Yorkers for Immigration Control & Enforcement, a New York City-based group that meets regularly to try to impact abuses of our borders, intrusions into our job structure, and rampant abuse of our municipal, state, and Federal budgets. We take a stand on border enforcement (we need better and more foolproof structures, guards, and apprehensions, fewer releases back into the population) and enforcing existing laws on the books. Such laws are now egregiously flouted and loudly ignored by Attorney General Eric Holder, Secretary of “Homeland Security” Janet Napolitano (who uproariously claims the “borders are safer now than ever”) and President Barack Hussein Obama.

These three, with regard to the illegal immigration issue (and many others, alas) could be likened to fireproofing: they act as observance-of-law retardants. In truth, all three have deliberately abdicated their sworn duties in regard to a matter that can and will, if left untreated, dismantle the country with a lopsided bolus of undigested unskilled, unaccepted noncitizen voters to unseat our carefully hinged electorate. The latest Rasmussen polling finds that nearly 60% of those polled want stronger border fencing and enforcement.

As we drove up to Liberty Park, near Jersey City, New Jersey, we counted at least 12 yellow school-bus arrivals dropping their full loads of women and small children, young men and miscellaneous older folks. Also on the scene: At least one huge, 2-tier eggplant bus marked with the letters SEIU: Service Employees International Union. This is the infamous contemptible coop associated with many labor and related ills and schemes to defraud the country under the present administration’s overly indulgent eye. This mammoth purple double-decker was depositing their tranche of illegals and their supporters. Somehow dragging many pint-sized youth and toddlers to a rally where anything might happen seemed if not imprudent, then irresponsible of the associated parents.

Yellow school busload after busload — our state buses! State monies! — deposited their Hispanic cargos, their small and smaller children, to impact the optics of the situation. Their signs were all pre-printed, handed out by the union, all the same sentiment, paid for by the SEIU.

We expected media, especially since known pols like Senator Robert Menendez (he of the recent hired prostitute scandal in the Dominican Republic, which may or may not be true) and Newark mayor, the comely Cory Booker, but few seemed to show up, despite the gorgeous weather and the hot-button issue. Not to be forgotten, the eggplant purple honking-costly SEIU union bus nosed around the curving access roads to unload its unionist supporters by the hundreds and hundreds who had, for the afternoon, abandoned their restaurant and hotel and supermarket duties to shriek for “rights” and vocabulary to give them “dignity,” because they are “all human and deserve respect.”

The time of the rally, according to our information, was supposed to have been 9 am, but that seemed an odd time for a rally. The true time for the rally turned out to be noon, and the misinformation was deliberate. An attempt to foil those who might object to the rally. The construction crew for the rally dais and supportive booths, with whom we spoke, also admitted they had no idea what they were there for, and for whom they were constructing the mysterious structures: another effort to thwart observers and objections.

Eventually, with busloads and carloads emptying into the wide, parched grass and marshy sward of the park, the illegals and their claque were about 1,000. As opposed to our cheerful though anemic 12. The police assembled rapidly, in some eight black-and-whites, state police. They immediately told us to keep our distance at the other side of the football-length field. It was farther away than the family circle at the Met. We could just barely hear the music and blaring horns (a ram’s horn, for some reason, was being blown — no doubt an attempt to justify their assembly by harking back to ancient Jewish holiday tradition in the desert). Shortly, eight more police squad cars arrived, this time, local Jersey City cops. The 16 cars were arrayed in a wide semicircle separating the dozen of us with our little hand-lettered signs, American flags, and Don’t tread on Me banners from the milling, raucous thousand-plus on the other side of the park grass. In the very near distance, the magnificent Lady Liberty shone in the bright sunlight, a dorsal view of the Lady.

For me, whose first time it was in the park as well as in Jersey City’s rustic exteriors, the closeness to the Statue of Liberty was a glorious reminder of the freedoms we were representing.

It was an eventful time in Liberty Park, with our small band of like-minded friends, as we 12 stood down about 1,000 unreasonable types, and 16 police cruisers for the state and city arrayed against us. We asked the officers why we, as full citizens, had to be held back and kept far behind the more likely places to stand. The police, patiently, explained that they had had “orders” from “the top” to keep us at bay.

All to watch that we puny 12 not threaten the illegal, criminal, largely Spanish-speaking caterwauling crowd hundreds of feet away (the police nannied us to remain no closer than a football field away — as if we had no rights to be in a public park). We respected the wishes of the police, and even carefully and regretfully turned down the loud demands from a sympathizer to rush the other side, even risking arrest. “I’ve been arrested a dozen times! So what!” she shrilled, passionate beyond all counsel. We resisted too her blandishments to engage the police in citizen arguments about our rights.

We stayed mindful of our status as law-abiding citizens, and representatives of ICE. Several men wandered over to our distant galaxy to try to convince us that their undocumented status should be forgiven since they had apparently been “paying their taxes.” We know the stats, and any taxes paid in, on falsified IDs and Social Security numbers, at jobs that ought to go to local Americans, is vastly overwhelmed by the huge sums paid out by the U.S. government in subsidies of all manner that outweigh any revenues by a factor of 10 or more. Help and assistance to aliens not entitled to a penny exceed $120 Billion, according to data compiled over the past few years.

The numbers of illegal aliens we are discussing? Although some pols ridiculously put the number of illegals at a mere 11 million, research some 20 years ago acknowledged back then that there were upwards of 20 million of these low-education, low-skills line-jumpers. While some few may have died in the interim (not many, since they crawl and vault here in their teens and early 20s), surely thousands upon thousands have had children in that time, and many more myriads have crossed our porous excuse for a border. So a figure of 25 to 30 million may not be out of the realm of possibility.

A few intrepid illegals wandered across the huge sward to argue that they deserved to be called immigrants. Though charming, earnest, well-dressed Carlos eventually wended back to “his” side of the park, since we were solid in our knowledge and refuted every one of his self-serving arguments for acceptance.

Likewise, several peculiar guys easily identified as skinheads, wearing green caps with SS insignia, were ignored and told to depart by the counter-protesters and the watchful police, who never strayed from 30-40 feet away from us at any time. Perhaps the uniformed constabulary were there, indeed, to protect us from the rabble who had, in previous such encounters, proven violent and uncivil, ripping our banners and physically assaulting a few of us in one way or another.

Very close to Lady Liberty, this park seems very like the old New Jersey Meadowlands, with cattails, marshy grasses, and dry brush all along the mile or two pathway we had walked to get to the protest/gathering site. We had, after all, a serious yet amiable time, even accommodating for the three crazy Aryan types who tried to join us.

We were united in viewing the assembled thousand or so shouting and singing and eating as illegal, here by stealth and surreptitious fence-jumping. Among us on the other side, the legal side, we discussed even abrogating the abused 14th Amendment, which has been used as a battering ram to permit illegal aliens to drop infants in our hospitals; these instantly become that now-infamous term, “anchor babies,” citizens by peculiar default, and then schlep in their families as an excuse to ‘take care of’ the ferried-across-badlands squawling new “citizen babies.”

The promised media never arrived, though one intrepid reporter, David Giambusso, from the NJ Star-Ledger, interviewed a few of us, and seemed affable enough not to misrepresent our words in his write-up later that day.
We resisted the blandishments of some people to get into skirmishes or altercations with police and odd individuals trying to engage in face-to-face confrontations; we stood our ground politely and mostly with good humor. We avoided fights with people like the White Supremacists and neo-nazi others who wandered over. We stayed within the law, despite provocations.

It would have ill served us and our goal to risk being arrested, which might not have resulted in just Desk Appearance charges (and more trips to Jersey) but might actually have terminated in our being detained for a chunk of time, so it was prudent to comply with the police requests, even if they seemed oddly aimed at us rather than at the illegals and their flack crowd of supporters.

Despite the trials of coping with police and vagabond neo-nazis, or park-crossing excuse-makers, we dozen had a good time, eating at a local greasy spoon for half the price of NYC eateries, and then en route home — we were driven by our friend from Queens — we laughed and reviewed the inanities of the other side of the protest, where the police did more to protect the rabbled thousand as against we affable twelve.

All told, I believe we made our mark, holding up flags and hand-made signs and chanting various strong but true slogans. The border security is still an issue, and “reform” must, as we are making clear, be fortified so that millions more of such undocumented invaders are not allowed free entry to our treasury, welfare programs, educational systems, and presidential politicking. The other side was made aware of our law-based objections. And despite their decibel level, they are not unanimously supported in their efforts to wrest what is not theirs from the good if bedeviled citizenry of the United States.