The Biggest Lie About Illegal Immigration
FUTURE READY: YOU’RE NOT A RACIST
Every weekend, I dedicate my focus to matters that shape our nation's future. I call it FUTURE READY, and this week, amid the buzz surrounding Biden’s recent executive order on asylum seekers and how it has done little to nothing to improve the porous border, I aim to offer insight into the best way to steer the conversation going forward—especially if you’re tired of being called a racist for wanting national security and immigration laws to be enforced.
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YOU’RE NOT A RACIST
DO NOT ALLOW PEOPLE TO CALL YOU A RACIST
Much like your first kiss, you never forget the first time you’re labeled a "racist." For me, it happened during my initial speaking tour while promoting my film on border security, titled "They Come to America: The Cost of Illegal Immigration." The tour originated from a conversation with my neighbor, Brian Kilmeade, who was the host of Fox & Friends. I explained to him how my film had been rejected by Hollywood, which led to him inviting me onto the program. This appearance ultimately sparked the tour. My first speaking engagement brought me to a Maryland college in a middle-class suburb heavily affected by illegal immigration. It marked both my debut as a public speaker and the first screening of my film on a silver screen.
Upon arrival, I was greeted by about 20 protestors, mostly Latino, all in their twenties. One of them shouted, "You’re a racist filmmaker." I was taken aback. Why were they protesting? There was nothing in my film that could be construed as racist. If anything, I had been overly accommodating to the illegal aliens interviewed in my documentary.
I attempted to engage with the most vocal of the protesters instead of ignoring them. I explained that I was not racist and encouraged them to watch the film. Eventually, I realized it was futile. I walked away after extending an invitation for them to attend the following evening's presentation at a local library in the neighboring town, where I had also been invited to speak.
Being called a racist was hurtful, shocking, and downright false. I am not a racist, and my history as a person proves this to be true. For starters, ‘racism’ is the belief that one race is superior to another, often leading to discrimination or prejudice based on racial or ethnic background. How could I be racist? My first girlfriend was an immigrant from the Philippines, my second from Brazil. One of my best friends growing up was Asian. In high school, most of my closest friends on sports teams were Black. My first employee in my computer company was from Trinidad. I have a ton of Jewish friends, and one of the guys in my wedding party is Puerto Rican. I've donated money to young black children, served as a consultant to Dr. Ben Carson, and believe he would be the best choice for Trump’s VP selection. Being called a racist simply doesn’t add up.
I've also been accused of hating immigrants, which is entirely untrue. It's crucial not to conflate legal immigrants with illegal aliens, as there are significant distinctions. Legal immigrants undergo a rigorous process involving background checks, documentation, and adherence to immigration laws, demonstrating their commitment to integrating into society through lawful means. They positively contribute to the economy, enrich cultural diversity, and uphold the values and responsibilities of their adopted country. In contrast, illegal aliens bypass legal processes, potentially straining resources, evading taxes, and sometimes engaging in criminal activities. Making this distinction is crucial for maintaining the integrity of immigration systems, respecting the efforts of legal immigrants, and ensuring fair treatment and security for all citizens.
I believe in legal immigration, and support the process. Prior to making my film, I had a production company in NYC where I sponsored a Jewish man’s visa. Today, my two best friends in Florida are legal immigrants. It is my contention that those who are often labeled as racist are typically the least racist of all. We believe in judging individuals by their character, not their color. I lived through 9/11 firsthand. I ran from the buildings and watched 3,000 people die. Today, I don’t care what color you are; my position is super simple: do not cross my border illegally, do not overstay your visa. Sadly, people who disagree with my views on national security and unfair labor practices have no credible rebuttal to my well-founded arguments. Therefore, they resort to calling me a racist. It doesn’t require a genius to understand that national security is crucial for safeguarding a country's sovereignty and protecting its citizens from potential threats. Secure borders ensure immigration occurs through legal channels, preventing unauthorized entry that could strain resources or compromise safety. Fair labor laws uphold the rights of all workers, ensuring they are not exploited and fostering a level playing field in the job market. Vetting individuals before entry into a country allows authorities to screen for potential risks and ensure newcomers contribute positively to society. These are basic principles, are they not?
Unfortunately, proponents of open borders for cheap labor, future votes, and the detriment of American excellence often use the race card to silence people like myself. This tactic shifts the conversation from intelligent discourse to name-calling nonsense. Consequently, they win—individuals with weak arguments resort to name-calling, abruptly ending constructive dialogue.
Don’t allow this to happen. When accused of racism, don’t become defensive. Avoid listing your minority friends, as I’ve done above. Stick to the facts and explain that it’s not about color. One of my favorite comebacks in such situations is, “I am not racist. I do not hate people; I hate rule-breakers. Let's deport all illegal aliens, starting with the Irish, German, and Italians who represent my heritage.” This often silences detractors.
Out of ten confrontations, eight people may refuse to listen, leaving two who are willing to reason. Your job is to persuade these two to influence the other eight. It’s a process that takes time and a commitment to upholding the rule of law. Never forget—you are not a racist. Don’t back down; keep your statistics and ethics ready, and you will prevail in the battle of words.
To illustrate, let’s return to Maryland.
The second night was eventful. Upon arriving at the library, police cars were everywhere. I was informed by officers that the crowd of protestors equaled the crowd of supporters who had come to watch the film and hear me speak. Given the circumstances, I was escorted by police into the building. However, I momentarily broke away from them to invite Latino youths, who were protesting with their mouths taped shut and signs calling me a racist, to watch the film. They complied.
Hours later, after the film had been screened and my speech delivered, police insisted on escorting me back to my car, parked in an underground garage. I was comfortable with the escort. Upon exiting the elevator, my heart skipped a beat when I spotted eight protestors waiting for me. A police officer placed his hand on his gun, instructing me to walk behind him. As we approached the group, the officer directed them to move away from my car. The loudest among them, the same leader from the previous evening, explained they were waiting to take a photo with me, having never met a TV personality before. They apologized for calling me a racist, despite my belief that they were all lawbreakers who needed to return home.
This issue isn’t about race; it’s about upholding the rule of law. We must never lose sight of this focus.
God bless you all.
DML