Immigrant 5: I’m-A-Grunt not a Migrant/Immigrant
“I’m A Grunt of Humanity” wandering through the outskirts of the “Social Abyss” seeking a place that would embrace my existence and say, “Welcome Home!” Yet what happens when suddenly forced out of native homeland (for whatever reason), at every door (sought, found, and knocked upon), one is greeted with “We’re presently busy keeping those that are different in their place.” With family and offspring facing the choice to “survive or perish” one has little options but to seek an underground railroad leading to a place professing a land of milk and honey; a land offering immigrants (permanent) and migrants (temporary) opportunities to invest and be more than what’s been left behind; a land broadcasting "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free" at its gate ( The New Colossus ) Thus, although at the initial expense of native inhabitants, its economic dependance on black slavery, its western expansion to become a nation between the Atla...