You know what also angers me about the AZ law is that the Navajo and other Native American tribes... who very surely have ancestors here from before Columbus... are going to get stopped for illegal immigrant checks.
(Add that at least around the Tucson area, some of the native people adopted Spanish and Catholicism way back when, so they have the 'Hispanic' names thing adding to the confusion.)
Wow. Me and my avoidance of refilling the water cooler seems so small potatoes.
It's snowing here this morning. Snowing.
SNOW BAD.
Especially in almost May.
I remember about ten years ago, when my mom and I were planning to cook out on the grill for Memorial Day, and we ended up staying in because it was sleeting. On Memorial Day.
Yet I, someone whose great grandparents (on one side) were dealing with a Tsar infestation, would be the one who could wander around Arizona, paper-free, and not worry about getting deported to Finland. Madness.
Oh yeah. I get angry beyond words when I think about the WWII-era internment situation where Japanese-Americans were getting rounded up while my German immigrant great-grandfather went about his merry way, and his son joined the US Navy.
In short, being white is awesome.
We have no coffee AT ALL in this office because nobody wanted to be responsible for (a) making a pot of coffee in the morning or (b) rinsing out the carafe at the end of the day.
I ended up buying a $10 coffee maker from Target about 5 years ago because of this. Not only was I the one making the coffee, I was the one cleaning the coffee pot at the end of the day. I didn't mind doing one or the other, but both of them every day? So, I tried an experiment. I just didn't clean out the coffee one day, and someone actually came into my office and asked me about it. I said "I happened to buy coffee today, I'm sure that one of the other people who drinks coffee can make it". And I kept doing that. That coffee stayed in the coffee maker so long that IT GREW MOLD. I didn't know that coffee could do that! Finally, someone cleaned it out. I bought my coffee maker the next day.
I still have it.
I get angry beyond words when I think about the WWII-era internment situation where Japanese-Americans were getting rounded up while my German immigrant great-grandfather went about his merry way, and his son joined the US Navy.
And the Germans didn't have to sign a loyalty pledge to get into the armed services once the US realized they needed more soldiers. I once got into a screaming match with a former co-worker who argued that the internments were appropriate. She was German, as am I.
People, mang! Fucked up from coffee makers to internment.
What does show them your papers mean? Is a driver's license enough, what else would you carry? What if you don't own a car? I don't understand how this law would even work.