Road Trip

I just got back from a late week trip to Vegas where I attended a conference to maintain my professional license. There is something about the solitude of silence and the open road. Alone with my thoughts the unimportant disolves from the mind and the important focuses and sharpens. As I drove I listened to Einstein: His Life and Universe by Walter Isaacson. A great read and I recommend it to anyone. It got me thinking about one thing that has been on mind and allowed me to really hone my thoughts...the issue of immigration as it relates to what is going on at the Mexican-United States border. People are beginning to vilify the people not the policy which is reminiscant of the attitude that many German's had toward the Jews prior to WWII. We seem to think that this is "Our country" to the exclusion of everyone else. Remeber that none of us, with the exception of Native Americans, are transplanted to this country. It is this conglomeration of the worlds people that have made us geat, however we cant get hate out of our hearts. We can't understand how the German's could do to the Jews what they did. We can't fathom the depth of hatred that was the undercurrent for segregation in this country. Well folks here we are again. Within us is the ability to see the direction that we are heading and the potential to change it. I have always loved the poem by Emma Lazarus enscribed on plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty

cries she
With silent lips. "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!"

anyway...check out the book and thanks for endulging my rant