Suffer the Little Children

Imagine a life so terrible that this is a better choice

Imagine a life so terrible that this is a better choice

“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.)

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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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  • Theresa H Hall

    I used to keep my bicycle in a storage bin. Why are children being put into these areas like animals? Protect the innocent even if they are not US Citizens. They’re still Americans. (North, Central, South … Whatever) All Americans should seek to help one another. What would you do if you were forced to send your beloved children to another country, in order to protect their very lives? What a sacrifice! What are these kids thinking? Let’s come together and do something good for them.

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    • Melody Haislip

      Theresa, thank you, and I couldn’t agree more. I don’t care if they’re from Mars, they’re Children! Oh, and snaps to all those armed militiamen for offering to shoot these children between the eyes, before turning them back into the desert.

      They should remember this: “And the king answering, shall say to them: Amen I say to you, as long as you did it to one of these my least brethren, you did it to me.”, Matthew 25:40.

      Perhaps the hate-filled, red-faced, bible-thumpers who have ‘greeted’ some of these children by screaming and spitting at them might like to take this into account. If you actually Believe what’s in your bible, you’re screaming and spitting at Christ!

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      • Theresa H Hall

        I have to PINCH myself because I cannot believe that you said people were screaming, spitting and being hateful toward innocent kids. These are the Americans I disassociate myself from because they are the ones who should be unwelcome here. They sicken me!

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  • Larry Conley

    I believe we are better too Melody. My basic immigration policy is written on the Statue of Liberty’s pedestal.

    “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!”

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    • Melody Haislip

      I used to be able to See the Statue of Liberty from our front doorstep when we lived on Staten Island. I’m surprised she isn’t hiding her head these days. She must be So ashamed of the way so many are acting! I still believe it, too, Larry.

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