Get back to where you once belonged (and yo' mama, too)
I heard a story about a deported Mexican criminal on NPR's All Things Considered yesterday afternoon. Jorge Nunez was convicted of armed robbery (or something of that nature). Instead of serving his full prison term, he agreed to be deported back to Mexico in lieu of a deportation hearing. Sounds like quite a deal- he agrees to go back to Mexico (where he belongs, since he was an illegal immigrant in the first place) and he gets out of the remainder of his prison term. however, throughout the story, Jorge sounds as if his situation is not one of his choosing and making:
If I would have been released in Los Angeles and I would have been able to go home to my mom and to my family, I would have felt free. I would have felt like I got out and I went home.
Oh, you poor, poor dear! You don't feel "free" now that you've been released from prison! The fact is, if Jorge had been released in Los Angeles, he would have found himself free alright -free to resume living in crime, either as an illegal immigrant (illegal means illegal!) or, even worse, as an armed bandit -the very lifestyle that landed him in prison in the first place. And what a shame that poor Jorge's life has not been fully restored to the condition it was prior to the criminal conviction that landed him in prison! Hey amigo: those are called CONSEQUENCES! My bet is that the crime that put Jorge in prison was not the first of its sort from him, and that none of his victims were restored to the condition they were in prior to Jorge's invasion into their lives. So, for Jorge to wail about not being able to go back to the way things were before he was busted only makes him seem like a whining narcissist. He appears not to have given any or much thought to the gravity of his actions or the effects thay had on the lives of other people.
Later in the story poor little criminal Jorge says
There are so many families that are divided in two, and they can’t see each other. My mother’s still an illegal immigrant after twenty years of living over there, and I’m over here, and there’s no way that we’ll ever be able to see each other. Unless there is some kind of place where there is immunity, and families can come from both sides of the border. And there’d be no questions asked, like a building where you can hug and kiss and see each other and visit with each other.
But the fact of the matter is that they can see each other; there is a way that Jorge and his illegal immigrant mom can be reunited. Jorge's mama needs to go back to Mexico. There, Jorge's criminal mama can be with her criminal son, and they can hug and kiss to their hearts' delight.