Border: (n) the edge or boundary of something
Is the purpose of a border to separate us from the people we hate?
Or maybe we don’t hate them–maybe we have convinced ourselves that they’re just so “different” that they need to be on the other side of something.
And then if that line doesn’t work, we can place guards to protect our border from aliens invading us.
But what if the guards aren’t efficient enough? We’ll need some sort of fence. After all, you know the old saying: “Good fences make good neighbors.”
But what if the more athletic adversaries learn how to jump our fences? We will certainly need a wall.
But God knows they are industrious enough in their thinking to fly airplanes over our walls and land on our turf. So we will certainly need to stop them at the airports and determine whether they are one of us, look like one of us, and will fit in with the rest of us.
This is going to take a tremendous staff of well-trained individuals who are able to identify thenon-us.
And how limited should we make that vision?
Should it be based upon personality, color, attitude?
And we certainly can’t forget religion. We don’t want infidels coming in to infiltrate our spiritual utopia.
It seems that in no time at all we will need more people keeping other people out in order for us to enjoy being who we are.
And then comes the final fear:
What if the people already here are just very good at hiding their predilections of being foreigners?
Published by Jonathan Cring