I roll through stop signs if there’s no traffic.
I fudged deadlines all the time as a copy editor to get the latest news in the paper.
I jog in the rain, or in snow with 15-degree temperatures (not this year yet, though).
I get at least eight hours of sleep every night.
I’ve never received a speeding ticket.
When I’m scheduled to be somewhere, I always show up early.
So, who am I?
I’m a rule-breaker. But I learn the rules first, so I know which ones I can break. And when.
Two plus two equals …
I came down with pneumonia as a college student, so I don’t have the stamina that most of you do. If I don’t get enough sleep, I get sick.
If I break rules, there are consequences. That’s one consequence I don’t want. So I go to bed early every night.
I drive with common sense. I’ve written blogs on this before. Safety is paramount; I drive the speed limit or slightly above, weather conditions permitting. I fudge the law only when it’s safe, and my eyes are wide open. (But I’ll stop at a red light, even if there is no other traffic in sight.)
I married a math expert. Two plus two is always four to her. I’m a journalist at heart. Two plus two could have multiple meanings. Two apples plus two oranges equals four pieces of fruit, but you still have only two apples.
Are you counting fruit, or apples?
… safety …
This is the source of today’s political divide. We don’t know what we’re counting.
One side is all about laws.
The other side is all about humanity.
What happens when law and humanity clash?
We get a government shutdown.
Laws serve a crucial purpose. They give us structure and order. The trash truck comes every Friday. Our City Council signs a contract with the trash hauler to do that. My tax dollars pay for it. That’s the way government works.
Here’s a better example, actually. My tax dollars also help pay for the local police department. Its primary job is to keep the residents of our city, including me, safe. The City Council, the county, the state and the federal governments all pass laws intended to keep us safe. Opioids and illegal drugs hurt people. Thieves and robbers hurt people. Drivers who weave in and out of traffic and/or run red lights risk causing a collision and hurting people.
Laws protect us, and police and the court system defend the right to live without fear for our lives. That’s the goal, anyway.
… or freedom …
But are laws themselves ever oppressive?
Once upon a time, women were not legally allowed to vote. Other laws enforced slavery. It took time, far too much time, before those injustices were legally corrected.
Today’s hottest debate is over illegal immigrants trying to enter this country through Mexico. Immigrants have been doing this for decades, and I’ve read that in recent years the immigration rate has actually declined.
But we now have a president who wants to cut off the illegal immigrants’ entry into this country completely. Illegal, by definition, means they are breaking a law.
But are the immigration laws of this country fair? And are illegal immigrants as evil as Republicans make them out to be?
The answer to the first question must be decided by Congress and the president. The second question? A resounding, “no.”
… or both?
Illegal immigrants are not an organized band of terrorists seeking to destroy American life, as Al-Qaeda was on Sept. 11, 2001. They are mostly women and children fleeing their native countries because their lives are in jeopardy there. Gang wars and violence have destroyed the culture of Honduras and other Central American societies. These women and children have seen relatives and friends die, and face death and/or poverty themselves.
Americans cannot comprehend this. No one in my community is seeking my life.
Why is it so wrong for such people to seek a place to live where they don’t have to fear death every day?
If crime and terrorism are the reasons why, well, those issues are already here. News flash. Illegal immigrants aren’t going to change society much at all.
My wife and I met a 77-year-old woman on Christmas Day while delivering meals to several families in town. She has custody of her two teenage great-grandchildren, because no one else in her family wants them. The teens’ mother is a drug addict and can’t be around her children. The 16-year-old girl has anger issues and screams at the top of her lungs, forcing neighbors to call the police sometimes. The great-grandmother does what she can to keep her fragile family together. They rent a one-bedroom house – which isn’t legal since the teens are a boy and girl. So the boy gets the bedroom and the girl and great-grandma sleep on mattresses in the living room.
They’ve been in this house only a short time, and likely won’t stay long if they can find a place with more bedrooms.
When children move that often, it’s not surprising that they have trouble keeping up in school.
Building a border wall won’t help this family.
We need laws, certainly. We need security, of course. The wall might appease some politicians, but it won’t do much – if anything – to improve security in this country.
Can we pass laws to improve security that actually work? Do our immigration laws assist apples and oranges together, or are we defending the apples and trying to remove the oranges?
What is the fruit of our labor?
Do two and two always equal four, or is there another possible answer?
Our country is full of oranges as well as apples.
Can we enjoy the flavors that both bring to this country?
Is there a way to get creative and keep the law at the same time?