I’ll Pay To Help So-Called Anchor Babies
I ran a post about two weeks ago about the failure of the malignancy known as the Texas legislature to expand health insurance for kids in Texas.
I’m a featured political reader-blogger at the Houston Chronicle. I used the above referenced post at the the Chronicle and got a few comments such as this one—
“Ok, I see that the yankee liberal wants us to pony up for a bunch of anchor babies. It’s getting to the point where his posts should be located in the comic section, lol ”
( They call me Yankee Liberal at the Chronicle sometimes because I’m from up north.)
It took me a moment to figure out the term “anchor baby.”
An anchor baby is a baby born in the United States to a non-citizen. Since the baby is born in the U.S., the child is an American citizen. It’s a way to gain a hold on staying in the United States if you are not here legally and a way to make sure your kid can stay in the U.S.
If I can lend a hand to people who will work hard and see America as a land of promise instead of being angry all the time, I’m glad to help such people out.
At the top of this post you see the seal of the United States Navy. The anchor in the seal can stand for all the non-citizens who have served, and who are today serving, in our military.
Below is from a press release issued by the U.S. Army—
“Non-citizens have served in the U.S. Army since the American Revolution. In fact, almost half of Army enlistees in the 1840s were immigrants, and between 1862 and 2000, more than 660,000 military veterans became citizens through naturalization. Today, about 35,000 non-citizens serve in the military and about 8,000 enlist every year. According to Leslie Lord at U.S. Army Human Resources Command, many have used military service as a stepping stone to citizenship. “It is also true that some Soldiers have one or more Family members, especially a spouse, who is not a U.S. citizen,” Lord said.”
Maybe the term anchor would be better applied to the right-wingers who stay angry all the time and keep us stuck in the squalid port of stagnation and division, rather than allowing us to move out to the bright and sunny open sea of care for others.