Are we at war with Mexico and i just don’t know it?

Stay back! You are not welcome! There will be no warning shot fired.

We must be at war with Mexico. Throughout history walls were built to keep invading armies out. I admit i have no personal knowledge about how bad the illegal immigration situation is with Mexico. Kind of ironic but almost everywhere they are entering illegally used to be Mexico until the U.S. took the land. Should we be afraid Mexico will decide turn about is fair play and wrest the land from imperial America?

My real fear is that this whole border wall promise is part of a backlash against having a black man as president. I worry that Trump’s unspoken campaign message was “we are getting rid of the n****r, and we don’t want some b***h for president. Elect me and I will take an outrageous public stand against letting in dark skinned people.” We are getting deep into this government shut down over an issue that no one had ever spoken of before Trump–a trumped up problem. And it worries me because I look more like the people Trump wants out, than I look like Trump. Are we on a slippery slope with Trump? If we let him build the wall are we appeasing him like Hitler was appeased. Is the border wall Trump’s Poland?

When Obama was elected that was a day of joy and new hope in heretofore unimaginable possibilities. I was running the streets and I knew nothing about him as a person but I was ovejoyed at his election. I felt like I had somehow been personally affirmed. Everyone I asked agreed with me. No one thought we would ever see the day that there would be a black president in the United States. Sure, we thought it was possible, like travel to Mars is possible in theory but you don’t expect to really see it in your lifetime. It was the first time in my life that I truly believed that as a black person there were no limits to what I could do in the United States. I had been unaware I had been weighed down by an unacknowledged feeling of limitation, but the unfamiliar lightness of being on election night 2008 could not be denied. I really could do anything. Even me! Black adults always said do when i wad a kid but they did not really believe it (Chris Rock has a good bit about this). Now, I was superwoman.

I experienced a ratification of sorts with Obama’s election

I called my older black friend from the county jail on Oahu, the Oahu Community Correctional Center, (called O triple C) election night 2008. My friend had been a medic in Vietnam. I said to him “happy election day.” And he responded “we’ve just seen it all we’ve seen tsunamis, we’ve seen New Orleans underwater, we’ve seen planes crashing into buildings, and now we’ve seen a black president.”

Now look Just look. How did we get here? Thoughts of Hitler and my president in the same mental conversation? I never imagined that a few years later we would be building wall to keep brown people out out, or perhaps, to imprison people within.

I have a new fear I never had before. I am genuinely fearful about the personal impact of national politics on my life and the lives of my fellow citizens. If this wall impasse is not racially motivated why haven’t we even discussed a northern wall between us and Canada. I am glad to be some distance from the deep, murderous racism of the mainland, but I’m still on Earth, and therefore, vulnerable.


Published by X-Streetwalker Turned Sex Talker

Caroleena used to be a drug addicted hooker on streets of downtown Honolulu in the early years of the 21st century. She was not the only learned streetwalker among the sex worker addicts. This group would have been a liberal college admissions officer's dream of diversity seeing as how they represented such a wide range of ages, races, family types, locations of origin, education levels, and gender identities. The two constants were trauma and dependency. Everyone out there had experienced life altering trauma which spurred them to seek refuge in drugs. Addiction was the unexpected phenomenon that kept them stuck in the dope. This downtown area was different from other drug saturated areas of America in one important way. The U.S. is the most violent country in the world, but in this corner of the nation there were no street gangs, no gun violence. You wouldn't get shot but you were probably going to be beaten up and robbed at some point. Interpersonal violence between intimate partners, friends, and family members was viewed as a natural part of being close to people. "Domestics" was something an individual brought upon herself or himself by causing problems in an interpersonal relationship. Caroleena, the perennial pariah even among society's rejects, had no intimate associates who might harm her. Prostitution was not as risky on Oahu as it was most everywhere else because the island was just too small. Everyone was somehow connected to everyone else with only something like two degrees of separation. You commit a crime, someone will know who you are and someone else will know how to find you. Hookers rarely got killed. Honolulu's relative safety allowed Caroleena over 10 years of street longevity until the scene ended when authorities started arresting men for allegedly soliciting undercover police for sex and posting their pictures on the evening news. tells Caroleena's adventures during her decade of addiction and its consequences--homelessness, prostitution, drug dealing, incarceration, family destruction, the list goes on. Every story relates events Caroleena experienced, witnessed, or imagined. The tale of this outcast is skillfully and paradoxically told in the language of the elite. The wording of the posts is itself a testimony to the wide grip that addiction has on all levels of society, even impacting the privileged who were previously thought to be immune to the troubles of the lower class. During these days of opiate addiction maybe she can answer some questions and present applicable solutions. If not, you are still in for a hell of a good read.

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