When the thoughts of some immigrants could be heard:

We so often hear news about locals protesting against immigration. That is inevitable as “No taxation without representation” was never considered seriously by even the founding fathers of the American Revolution. So the media is flooded with voices of natives screaming and shouting against migrants blaming them from everything from a child looking different from his father to loss of a hair brush. While one usually calls this xenophobia, in essence it’s just a manifestation of HP Lovecraft style hatred of humanity at large, summarized by Sartre in his infamous, “hell is other people”. But then what do the immigrants themselves think? We can only guess what they think as their thoughts hardly get media coverage. Here are a few excerpts:

Raj: Nothing good can happen in my home country as long as they continue with affirmative action policies in favour of these lower castes. All the politicians back home should be shot.

Wilma: How dare he compare me with the maids who come from my country? I am not one of them; I don’t look like one of them. I hate them more than anyone could. They spoiled the image of my country.

Raj: I am getting married to this great girl. She has an MBA and belongs to the same caste as me.

Wilson: I just admitted my son in this international school. I don’t want him to pick up the silly local dialect so prevalent in public schools here.

Wilma: These locals are getting rather vocal against the increasing tide of immigrants here. As if they could make do with by themselves with their silly brains and lazy attitude.

Wilson: They charge a bomb for the television channel for my home country here. It’s looting at primetime. By the way, I and my wife always make a point to talk to our son in English. He speaks English rather well now. You must see his friends. They are all from Europe.

Raj: The girls out here are wonderful. I love the way they dress. Not like those fashion dinosaurs back home.

The thoughts written out here are probably only originating from one particular tribe of immigrants: the middle class ones. But still it’s quite plausible that it’s hard to get rid of prejudices whether you are a native or an immigrant. Too often, immigrants hate more than locals, what would be considered their own kind. And it is possibly true that it’s hard to integrate in your own society, let alone a foreign one. So what do other immigrants think? Those who have to live by the day with a handful of money just enough to buy half decent meal after saving just enough to ensure family back home get to eat their half decent meals? I will attempt that in my next post.