I’ve always felt a particular disdain for so-called family renunification programs. Not the least because this vector represents approximately two-thirds of all legal immigration into GloboCorp’s American market. Perhaps the most viscerally grating aspect is the moistened cheeks of migrants clamoring to be reunited with loved ones still yet abroad. Though none are ever so moved as to actually join them out of the country–let’s not take sentimentality to an extreme. No, reunification is a dish served exclusively in the West. And oh how dearly I miss my third cousin Omar…I mean Ahmed. Plainly the longing is no less in the Great Brown North.
Refugees and their advocates are calling on the Canadian government to speed up family reunification.
“My mother has been in Turkey for over a year waiting to come to Canada. Really I miss her,” said Huda Mohammed Ahmed, 14, at a press conference in Vancouver on Monday.
Ahmed, a government-assisted refugee from Iraq, came to Canada with her older brother — but without their mother, whose paperwork has yet to be processed.
“I miss my home and my friends,” said Ahmed.
Without question a 14 year-old does miss her mother. Are the Canadian authorities preventing the girl from rejoining her? It’s not a question put to teenagers. It’s one for their monstrous parents and the treasonous western governments who eagerly accomodate them. Whether via Turkey or Central America’s kiddie caravans, it strains belief that a parent would simply shunt their child off alone toward a foreign land and say Call me when you get there!
These are adults who manifestly hold little concern for their own offspring, as we are hectored to suffer brood parasitism in their stead. And while doting on their own cherubs may lack some intensity, assuredly these punting parents will hew to our customs with touching devotion. And what customs are those exactly? Why the customs of voting for gibs, screaming racist, and turning their Western colonies into less appealing versions of Mogadishu. Perhaps devotion is the proper term after all.
Last Saturday, Immigration Minister Chris Alexander announced a $25-million plan to allow more refugee applications to be processed.
Immigration advocates at the announcement said the quickest way to speed those applications along is to help families who have been separated by war.
“Canada needs to put refugee children first and this can happen through an expedited government-assisted program,” said Chris Friesen, chair of the Canadian Immigrant Settlement Sector Alliance.
That will certainly be heartening for Canadian taxpayers. Another $25million invested in their own dispossession. It used to be quipped that funding government was effectively flushing money down the toilet. How we fondly reminisce on those blithe times when the fruits of our labors were merely wasted. Putting them to productive use against us is the new definition of “government efficiency.”
And reunify your contempt and amazement for this statement: Canada needs to put refugee children first. Over Canadian children? I understand the answer is yes, though it limits one to mere guesswork as to why then there is a such thing as Canada. If other children are to take priority over its own, then reasonable Canadians should seek to dissolve the country so as to not be encumbered by disadvantage. One of the more radical proposals in this space is that Canada should put its children first. Though that presupposes more love for them than a tally-ho! to a Mexican train ride.
Like the other panel members at the conference, B.C.’s child advocate Mary Ellen Turpel-Lafond asked the Canadian government to help reunite refugees with their families.
“I can’t justify to you the slowness of the process, it’s inexcusable,” said Turpel-Lafond. “I’ve found the bureaucracy far too complex and burdensome.”
Other refugees separated from their families stood up to share their stories as well.
Nasteho Abdhurhman’s mother brought her and her three sisters to Canada three years ago from a refugee camp. Separated from their father, she and her family are trying to bring him here.
“I love him, he’s my dad,” said Abdhurhman.
Hers is not an unfamiliar story, said Dr. Mei-ling Wiedmeyer, who runs a specialized primary health care facility for refugees in B.C.
“We see children who cry at night for their fathers,” said Wiedmeyer.
“Imagine that you have already lost immediate family members to violence in the region, the mental weight of this is almost unbearable.”
What’s the mental weight of burying your young son to a drunken Honduran? Answer: it doesn’t matter; foreigners come first. And in contrast with Western families who have been permanently gouged by The Immigrant People, Nasteho Abdhurhman and her three sisters are at liberty to join her living father at leisure. It is telling that they decline. Though with persistent discipline, I’m certain we can avoid noticing.