“I read a SciFi short story years ago. The narrator describes the plight of a young child, frightened and suffering, cold and alone, completely bewildered as he watches people pass by his barred but open windows. It is obvious from their lowered heads and averted eyes that he is not invisible, and surely his cries must be heard. Why is he left to bear his misery alone?
“The answer to the mystery lies at the end of the story, and it is simple. This world has been granted, and guaranteed, eternal peace, happiness, health and prosperity, but at a price. And the price is that the child, with his piteous cries and hopeless despair, must ever be within sight and sound of salvation but never able to avail himself of it. No hand can be lifted to aid him, lest the precious gift be forfeit. No explanation has been given, nor any compromise allowed.”
With regard to the humanitarian crisis at our border with Mexico, are we still Americans, who know how to help children in need? Or have we become, like the people in the story, able to pay this terrible price? Perhaps if that is so, we should take down Liberty’s torch and put up a “Closed” sign on our shores. But I believe we are better than that!
(Originally published as “The Price For Peace”, on January 10, 2010.)
About the Author: Melody J Haislip
Born in a small, Illinois log cabin. No, that won't work. The pampered only child of incredibly wealthy parents. No, that doesn't fly either. Raised by French nuns after her aristocratic parents were beheaded. No, that's been done! An East Coast transplant to the Pacific Northwest, this notoriously late bloomer began her new life with a new career as a writer and blogger. She has taken to both the new location and the career move like a duck to water. Writing for Expats Post is a new adventure, and our intrepid risk-taker is diving in, feeling right at home with so many old friends.
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We expect great, or perhaps merely more coherent, things from this writer. (Okay, that's a wrap. What a wacko!)