Monday, December 01, 2014

Immigration Reform - Thorns and Roses

For all the people who like to quote “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus:
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”,
don’t forget that when it was written, the major East Coast door for immigration was Ellis Island. My grandfather and grandmother landed there, after being judged suitable for admission in a consulate overseas, and were allowed to actually come ashore after passing an immigration physical there. The wretched refuse was a select wretched refuse.

It has been 131 years since that poem was written, and much has changed in the world. The United States of 1883 had no social welfare programs, no significant unemployment problem, and vastly fewer rules as to how a newcomer could begin building a new life.

Both my mother and mother-in-law were immigrants from Canada. Despite the similarity between the two countries, both my father and my father-in-law were required to post bonds to bring their brides to this land; they had to guarantee that their wives would not become burdens to our society.

My father-in-law and mother-in-law sponsored many immigrants after the Hungarian Uprising of 1956, paying the bonds required and guaranteeing that the refugees would be found jobs and be taken care of privately (not at taxpayer expense!) until they were on their feet.

The laws that applied then have been liberalized to a great extent, yet in spite of that, the nation is awash in immigrants who have thumbed their noses at the rule of law and simply moved in. The demagogues have demanded that taxpayers care for them and give them “rights” and privileges that many native-born citizens cannot avail themselves of. Meanwhile, there have been those honest and conscientious seekers of America who have attempted to follow the rules and have been stymied by bureaucratic red tape and understaffing of the offices which should be processing their paperwork.

We are long overdue for a revamping of our immigration process. Consider three current categories of newcomers.

First, the native-born children of immigrants, whether by legal or illegal entry. These are possessors of birthright citizenship, and should not be denied any of the rights and privileges of a native-born citizen. Call them “Dreamers” if you wish, but citizens they are. Being citizens, they should behave like citizens, and uphold our laws. Shame on any citizen who ignores the law.

Secondly, the immigrant who wishes to follow the rules and become a law-abiding citizen. A new category should be devised for these folks, perhaps on the lines of the old “Landed Immigrant” status which was granted to newcomers to Canada. These people would apply for admission in a consulate in their native land, with either a U.S. citizen sponsor willing to provide a job and support (or alternatively, with sufficient self-funding to accomplish the same). Upon completion of a five-year residency, demonstration of ability to communicate adequately in English, successful passage of the citizenship test, and affirmation of allegiance to the Constitution, the “Landed Immigrant” would become a new citizen with all the rights, privileges, and responsibilities of a native-born citizen, saving serving as President of the United States.

The third category, the immigrants who have flooded the country illegally, should be allowed to come out from the shadows under strictly specified conditions. Those who would be willing to register and submit to a physical and criminal background check would be granted a “Visitor’s Card”, which would permit them to work and conduct business in the same way as a citizen. However, they would be strictly prohibited from becoming citizens unless they returned to their native land and made application like any other “Landed Immigrant”. This would apply to the relatives of all native-born citizens equally; if they wish to become citizens, they must follow the legal procedure.

Provision of the “Visitor’s Card” would not be “amnesty”. It would be a means of bringing the underground immigration movement out of the shadows. Holders of the “Visitor’s Card” would not be eligible for social assistance programs of any type, since that card would confer no privileges beyond being able to legally be present in the country for work, study, or vacation.

Since the “Visitor’s Card” would empower the immigrant to find employment, those who would employ anyone who was not either a citizen or a possessor of the proper documentation would be subject to stiff penalties, beginning with fines, for employing an undocumented worker. This would apply to domestic workers as well as commercial workers. An undocumented visitor who was found to be employed would be subject to immediate deportation. It would be the employer’s responsibility to verify employment eligibility, and a “whistleblower” program to help enforce that would not be unreasonable, possibly funded out of the fines. Legally eligible workers would pay taxes, including social security, medicare, and medicaid, and would be eligible for benefits under those programs. They would also be required to meet the same responsibilities for obtaining healthcare insurance as any other taxpayer.

The United States has made enormous strides in the past half-century in equalizing opportunity for her residents. The key to maintaining the stability of that system is still the concept of “equal justice under the law”. We can still make the “huddled masses yearning to breathe free” a part of our society, but their only guarantee that the freedom will last is if we hold fast to the laws of our land. Bring the people who have broken the law out from the shadows, give them an opportunity to live in freedom, but do not under any circumstances treat any people differently because of their skin color, religion, or national origin, or simply because we lack the will to preserve our American uniqueness as the “golden door”.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Beezy Summer

This year I started my pepper and tomato seeds around the second week of March, using old broasted chicken containers (the ones with the clear plastic lids) as mini-greenhouses for sprouting. Within 2 weeks the seedlings were big enough to pot, and this year I used clear plastic 9 ounce cups as pots instead of the little paper cups. Three 1/8 inch holes were drilled in the bottom of each. The resulting plants were the healthiest seedlings I have ever raised.

Spring was late in coming -- too much cold weather due to global warming -- and it was late May before I could set any plants out safely. Meanwhile, I was shown some interesting things that are being done with container gardening, so I decide to experiment with that a bit. I turned some old mayonnaise jars into mini-containters:

Those seemed a bit small for normal sized plants, so I recycled some Folgers coffee cans.

Each can was supplied with a 2 inch high ring of 4 inch perforated drainpipe. The ring would serve as a stand-off to produce a water storage chamber.

That made a base for the next component, a spare coffee can lid cut to fit just inside the can, and also supplied with a roughly 3 inch hole for a 9 ounce plastic drink cup (perforated with many 1/8 inch holes to allow water to get in), and a hole for the 1/2 inch filler pipe. This lid formed the bottom of the dirt container.

Here it is with the cup installed ...

... and here with the filler pipe.

Then it is topped with another lid. A 3/16 inch hole was drilled just below the lower lid (dirt base) as an overflow hole. I did not make it any bigger, because I did not want mosquitoes getting inside to breed.

Some say that once I get started, I don't have the good sense to know when to quit ...

So here it is, July, and the container seems to suit the cayenne peppers just fine.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, trouble is brewing, and I don't mean the coffee cans. The evening of May 28, HP called and said that Roger Webel was looking for me -- he had a swarm hanging in his apple tree. The next morning, before the sun got above the trees, with the temperature in the 50's and the grass wet with dew, I took my stepladder, a cardboard box with a lid, and a spray bottle with sugar water to Roger's house. I spritzed the swarm with the sugar water, put the box underneath, gave the branch a couple of hard shakes, and almost every one of the bees fell into the box. I put the lid on it, stuck it in the trunk of my car, and drove home. The box of bees was then dumped into an empty 8-frame super and covered. Two days later, they were working themselves to death.

However, it has been about 6 weeks since they moved in. Usually, a healthy hive, following the black locust and basswood bloom, will have bees overflowing the front entry. These have not been that prolific. And then, the other day, I noticed this :

Not so happy when the bees run around on the ground with frizzy wings.

So, Saturday I opened up the hive. The queen is laying well, and there is plenty of capped brood. I inserted some Apistan strips; if the mites aren't brought under control, the hive will die. By the end of August, hopefully, there will be plenty of healthy bees. I'll just have to feed them as much as I can to prep them for winter.

Thursday, January 02, 2014

2013 Redux

When the Cipkar clan gathered in July 2011, the remainder of the first generation posed for what was to be their last group photo. From left, Aunt Mary (Cipkar) Miklovic, Aunt Betty behind Uncle Sam, Uncle George behind Mom, Aunt Katie and Uncle Mike Pohanka.
Aunt Sue Hlavac had been lowered into the Iler Cemetery the September before.
Grandma had rested at Colchester for over half a century, next to Uncle George's dad and Grandpa. Uncle George died just 2 days short of 62 years after his own father.
We had visited my cousin Cathy in the hospital at Windsor on the way to the reunion; she would go to Colchester in time for Christmas.
Aunt Mary (Miklovic) Cipkar was confined to the nursing home until next May.
In December of 2012, a year and 2 days after his oldest daughter, Uncle Sam would join Cathy at Colchester.

Then it would be Aunt Mary's turn in May,
Uncle George's turn in December, at Kingsville,
where he joined Aunt Helen
and Tommy
and Andy. Hard to believe I haven't seen those little guys in half a century.
Finally, Uncle Mike also in December.
So of the original batch only Mom and Aunt Katie are left.

And 2014 will mark Dad's 100th birthday.

I feel old.