Stephen Please Leave

Stephen Please Leave

 
 
Dear God make it stop. How low can we go? This low: To Wednesday's grotesque spectacle of Stephen 'Resting Evil Face' Miller - senior policy adviser, white supremacist fanboy, hollow-eyed Nazi ghoul and hate child of Ann Coulter and Joseph Goebbels, just 31 but "older in dog-whistle years" - haranguing CNN reporter and son of Cuban immigrants Jim Acosta for suggesting Drumpf may be "trying to engineer the racial and ethnic flow of people into this country" with his ghastly new proposal to cut legal immigration in half and limit it to high-skill, English-speaking, money-having people.
 
Their subsequent, testy exchange featured a belligerent and ill-informed Miller attacking a mild-mannered Acosta armed with facts and experience. Acosta: "The Statue of Liberty says, 'Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses...It doesn’t say anything about speaking English or (being) a computer programmer. Aren’t you trying to change what it means to be an immigrant coming into this country?" He also wondered, per the English-speaking rule, if only British and Australians would be welcome. Miller, his bald pate gleaming, his dead eyes open wide in faux outrage, declared he was "SHOCKED" at the charge of racism, which "reveals your COSMOPOLITAN BIAS to a SHOCKING degree" - which in turn revealed the longtime, well-known, white supremacist talking points behind his alleged ideas. "Stephen Miller is what white nationalism looks like in 2017," noted more than one observer. "It's not KKK rallies & hoods - it's well-spoken, educated bigots in suits."
 
Online commentators were suitable appalled by such a schmuck delivering such an unholy message. "Seems nice," one, "for an apoplectic wannabe Nazi angry at the universe because God & bad genes turned him into a bald teenager." Many likewise noted the supreme irony of Miller, the descendant of Jewish immigrants, so forcefully "that his ancestors should've been kept out of the country." Miller's great-grandparents Wolf and Bessie Glotzer fled Belarus as "dirt poor immigrants," with $8 in their pockets. Bessie spoke no English. They arrived at Ellis island in 1903, the same year that Emma Lazarus wrote the poem on the Statue of Liberty that Miller has now famously dismissed. From one commenter: "Bet it mattered to them."
 
Those historical echoes were plain to seemingly everyone but Miller. Trump's plan "is an ethnic purity test that harkens to the worst in world history," wrote one critic. "Wake up and smell the parallels, America." David Glosser, Miller's thoughtful uncle, offered an eloquent take on Trumpian racism in an op-ed last year. He describes the "tough little town filled (with) hard-working European immigrants" where he and the extended Glosser clan grew up and prospered - "This was the miracle of America" - considers the "terrible step into darkness" of any law based on religious or ethnic background, and urges his nephew to reflect "on one awful truth. If in the early 20th century the USA had built a wall against poor desperate ignorant immigrants of a different religion...all of us would have gone up the crematoria chimneys with the other six million kinsmen whom we can never know." And in a fiery post Wednesday, the head of the Anne Frank Center for Mutual Respect slammed Miller's "arrogance," argued his ignorance of American history means he couldn't pass Trump's immigration test, and brusquely concluded, "Therefore, Stephen please leave." Yes. Do.

Emma Lazarus: The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "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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