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Bet Cloven is an American citizen, born in the USA of American parents.  She and her parents and siblings have lived outside the USA, in various combinations (father only; parents and eldest three children; parents and youngest child) usually at the request/demand/allowance of the US Government – specifically, the US Army.

Tales of an Army Brat

            My father spent twenty-two years as a career soldier in the United States Army.  Dad graduated high school and joined the army at the age of sixteen, and by the time he was seventeen he was in Korea.  Nearly two decades later, close to the end of his military career, he was in Vietnam.  Between these two police actions, Dad received orders for a long-term assignment in Europe and, as he was allowed to take his family, Dad and Mom and my two brothers and I prepared to move.  Regardless the fact that this U.S. soldier was simply being transferred to a different U.S. military installation (which happened to be on foreign soil), the requirements for our entry into a temporary host country were set not only by the U.S. Army, but by the laws of Germany.

I was barely five years old when we made that trip, and as harrowing as it was, spending about 2 weeks aboard the troop ship on a storm ravaged ocean, the months prior to the move were even more horrendous.  Of course, I personally don’t recall much of the processes, but I do remember seeing Mom sitting at the large dining table, staring at the piles of papers before her, and in tears as she attempted to fill out forms and write letters recanting details of familial histories that she couldn’t possibly know.  The most arduous part was when she attempted to fill-in-the-blanks for my father who had been given up by his birth parents when he was only three years old.  Providing information on his adoptive parents was mandatory of course, but information was also requested regarding his birth parents.  As there was no information to be had, this missing data necessitated the completion and processing and filing of a few dozen additional forms.

           Dad received his orders for Germany in June of 1964.  Due to the extensive bureaucratic red tape (from TWO different countries), it wasn’t until the following November that we finally boarded the troop ship bound for Europe.  Let me iterate: A U.S. soldier was being transferred from one U.S. army base in the states to another U.S. army base in Germany, and it took over five months to complete the paperwork.

            What I do remember, other than Mother crying of course, was when we went for the “health screenings.”  It was just before my fifth birthday.  I recall a large auditorium of sorts, with windows high on the tall walls, such that one couldn’t actually see out of them.  Though I didn’t understand it then, I know now that we were in a hanger.  There were many rows of hard chairs and a few plain wooden desks to one side, and on the other side there were several curtained partitions.  Every once in a while I’d see someone dressed in white walk behind a partition with one or two of the dozens and dozens of other people in the auditorium, and from the far side of those partitions I heard grown people moan and babies cry.  Then it was my turn.  Mom took me by the hand and walked me behind one of the curtains and then, without so much as asking my name, a nurse picked me up and set me on an examination table.  The next thing I knew, I was being hit in both arms at the same time with needles held by two different nurses.  Then I was hit again.  I must have been immunized against every known disease on the face of the earth including malaria and beriberi.  I wasn’t an armed GI who’d just received orders to go trudging through a parasite-infested swamp in some third world country.  I was a four-year-old civilian going to Germany!

           I survived.  As a matter of fact, it’s not only “o.k.” now, but I understand and appreciate everything that happened.  Sure… The army could take lessons in matters of social grace, but I’m willing to bet that Germany doesn’t suffer from a lot of imported diseases.

           The following table is just an FYI, and I picked Tuberculosis on a whim… This is only one small example of the problems we face in the United States as a result of the influx of illegal aliens – and I don’t care if they’re Mexican, Norwegian, Nigerian, or Jordanian.

2004 Tuberculosis Burden: World Health Organization
Country                Population            Reported New Cases of Tuberculosis
Germany             82,645,291           New ss+/100,000 =   1.9
United States    295,409,638            New ss+/100,000 =   1.8
Mexico
            105,699,074            New ss+/100,000 = 10.0
(“New ss+/100,000” means New subjects (cases) per 100,000 people.

           Why are we even considering for a moment that the non-existent rights of foreigners who have chosen to break the laws of the United States should take precedence over the rights of those people who are here legally, either by birthright or by earning those rights?  Are we really so lazy that we can’t mow our own lawns or wash our own floors?

           Many years ago, laws were set in place to ALLOW for the entry of foreigners to the United States, and certain stipulations were created for such entry, based primarily on the idea of self-protection.  The concerns for safety were well founded, and included such concepts as *desirability, *productivity, *national security, *disease control, and *long-term effect.  We’ve gone from legitimate concerns for safety to “Oh, what the Hell… Let’s welcome anyone and everyone with open arms and closed eyes!”

           In the process of naturalization, the final item addresses The Oath that follows the legitimate acceptance of the application for citizenship in the United States.  The Oath includes a vow of allegiance to the United States of America, in concert with a renunciation of allegiance to any other government or leader.  How is it then that I see protesters carrying Mexican flags?  How is it justified that some protesters wear t-shirts emblazoned with, “I’m illegal – SO WHAT?!”  How is it that some foreigners have the audacity to lower the American flag – on U.S. soil – and raise a foreign flag in its place?  Where is their allegiance?  Why are their illegal activities and status met with even an iota of compassion?  Why do some claim that the word “illegal” is not applicable, despite the fact that what they are doing is illegal?  And following The Oath, why do we see so many newly naturalized citizens protesting the laws they swore to uphold?  The laws of the United States neither forbid nor prevent the legal entry of foreigners.  The laws merely provide for the safety of this country while also allowing for its growth through immigration.

           No rational person proves his or her desire to become a law-abiding citizen of another country by openly and proudly breaking the laws of that country, and then daring the officials to do something about it.  On the contrary, these protesters are demonstrating their willingness to perform any and every illegal action they deem necessary to force their desires upon others, despite the prohibitions against such actions, and despite the legal options available.  “I want what I want!  I want it NOW, and I will take it by force even if it’s against the law.  If you try to stop me, I’ll make you suffer!”  If this scenario were to play out on a more personal level, such actions would be recognized as “rape” and “extortion.”

Bet Cloven, Garland TX
© 2006 Bet Cloven

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