“This is a very nice door. Can you use it to go in and out?”
I was about to ask my realtor that question while house-hunting a few years ago, but felt a little sheepish wondering if it might be a dumb question. So while she wasn’t looking I tried it myself. In…out. Out…in. Yes, the door seemed to work just as well no matter which direction I tested. This was a real selling point, since it meant I wouldn’t have to worry about how to get guests out once they came in. It seems obvious to cutting edgers, though you’d be amazed at how many people still haven’t heard of dual-direction door technology.
That’s what I was thinking upon reading a piece recently at Unz’s website. Derbyshire had written something he normally writes about migratory herd animals, when I noticed Fred Reed arrive in the combox to sulk on behalf of the senoritas. Those of you who don’t know Mr. Reed, he is an aged American expat living in Me-hi-co with his mamita. His writes as a wry curmudgeon with decent lucidity on a range of social topics. That is until his adopted mestizos suffer mild rebuke, at which point he goes completely native. In these times it is best to think of him as Dances with Tacos.
In any event, Reed hurtled into battle against the offending gringo by demanding Derbyshire answer some key deportation questions. The following is only a paraphrase, though I think it captures Reed’s indignant demand fairly.
To Derbyshire: Tell us precisely how you intend to deport 50 million people. People who have jobs and homes and American children. What is the precise mechanism? And how many per month? How many years will you maintain the pace? Do you know 20,000 deportations per month would take 208 years? Sorry, you won’t live to see it.
This is pretty insipid sophistry. Though it does deploy a tyrant’s favorite argument: inevitability. It’s funny how hopeless an endeavor is that your antagonists don’t want you to accomplish. As far as they want you to know, the first step in any task is to give up on it.
It makes me want to ask a similar series of questions to Reed’s neighbors circa 1970: So you want to transport the equivalent population of Mexico (52 million that year) into America? That being an 88% white country with a culture and demographic profile completely distinct from your would-be colonial horde. And you think the Americans are not only going to acquiesce to this historically unprecedented incursion, but actively subsidize its participants? You think you’ll just walk over the border by the millions and get free housing, food, and healthcare? What is the precise mechanism by which you intend to accomplish this? What is the logistical train of this fantastic population transfer? How many of you will cross the border per month without being stopped? Do you know how many years it would take to accumulate 50 million colonists? Sorry, Diego, you won’t live to see it.
Maybe that Diego didn’t live to see it. But him seeing wasn’t the project’s purpose. What I would say to Reed is that we’ll simply commence deporting in earnest. All day every day. And each day we’ll hire more men to do it. We’ll deport them from home, on the job, or mid shoot-out. And we won’t “tear families apart.” They’ll all be welcome to ride south together. We’ll sincerely suggest they leave on their own. And a great many will. Though those who do not will lose everything via forfeiture—we’re not shipping houses, cars, and other assets to a forward address. Frankly, I think you will be amazed by the effects of such incentivization. Though your amazement isn’t our purpose either. So will it be 10,000 deportations/month? 20? 30? Who knows? We’ll just keep deporting. And whistle while we work.