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Hoarders of Land

19 Tuesday Aug 2025

Posted by Bill Watkins in Immigration, Poem, Poetic Blog, Poetry, Political, Spiritual

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Bible, Christianity, Faith, God, Immigration, Jesus, Joy, Love, Peace, Politics, Spirituality

ICE with their masks and guns
are hoarders of land, hoarding
land for a government that did
not create the land.

Might does not equal right, less
so if cowardly guns are your
choice for influencing a fight;
you have lost your way.

I myself while growing up on
stolen land was a racist bigot,
sure I was right because I was
white, dancing

somewhere between their march
and the fourth of July. Fireworks
celebrating bombs and guns’
theft of the night.

Who are we to hoard land? Did you,
Government, Create a Single Thing?
Who are you to hoard, cut off,
sequestering a river?

You wall off and divide, you say the
“illegal alien” is a criminal because
they were too poor to wait,
broke through our gate.

The poorest and last will be chosen
first, for the spiritually inclined,
perhaps heaven is a peace of mind;
treat all people with respect.

Treat the poor right, you bet, the
poorest among us perhaps in
God’s eyes the most blessed. The
white supremacist, too…

Who’s poorer than you? Be godlike
in this fight, seed to flower, the
war of staying above the plunder,
God’s thunder,

making us aware this world is
his or hers, not ours… Something there
is, said Frost, that doesn’t love a wall
and wants it down.

Something indeed. Something big and
loving, the same wind that created us,
life and this land made it all for all—
not just the white,

or those so skilled as to charge out
Mom’s womb on this side or another
of a political border. The old precepts
win, grant peace.

Sit back, melt down your guns
and embrace God, your fellow man,
woman, no matter their color or
nationality.

Your nationalism is a false god,
you cannot serve two masters so
love life and its Creator with all your
heart, soul and mind.

Law is man-made, a concept my
ancestors in Norway invented by
writing Things down, laying words
to rest on pages,

Never facts because language is
also a human invention. Something big,
loving and powerful bless us and help
us remember,

for like Merlin said it’s the “doom of men
that they forget.” Remember our place.
We did not make the mountains or
the rain.

Not the rainbow, not the joy we
feel, nor the pain. Love your
enemy, as the wise rebellious
rabbi used to say.

Hating him is too easy, a game
of fools leading us to endless wars
and locking down schools, uniformed
scoundrels claiming police-hood

scouring the hood cursing instead
of blessing, judging instead of
cheerleading. Its own curse.
No one feels it worse,

Than those agents sent by racist,
confused suits in red, white and blue.
Hoarders of land we did not create.
Change now, before it’s too late!

MS-13 Is From Los Angeles

14 Monday Apr 2025

Posted by Bill Watkins in CIA, Crime, Criminal Law, Immigration, LAPD, Law, Poetic Blog

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central-america, el-salvador, Gangs, Immigration, Los Angeles, MS-13, Travel, Violence, War

-by Bill Watkins

***

Once upon a time, I was close with a few officers over at Hollenbeck Division in Los Angeles, CA. That’s LAPD. One of them, named Guillermo, took it upon himself to “take me to gang school” one morning, got on the dry erase board, gave me some history for about forty-five minutes.

One of those lessons seems pertinent today, when so many people are clamoring about MS-13. “Those monsters!” “They’re sending us their worst people!” “They’re savages!!!” “They use machetes and cut up victims and families!!!” “Egads!” and the like. I think it might surprise the people so scared and up-in-arms about MS-13 that this gang was born not in El Salvador, but in the Pico-Union community of Los Angeles, CA.

Guillermo told me something any website on MS-13’s history will confirm: that in the early 1980’s, El Salvadoran war refugees settled in Los Angeles. Soon, as the story goes, they were picked on and bullied by an established, hardened Los Angeles gang called 18th Street. In the absence of enough LAPD presence or any other deterrent or defense, the El Salvadoran immigrants fought back.

“They remembered how the death squads did it back home,” explained Guillermo. “They got some machetes, copied the death squads’ brutal methods…” And MS-13 was born. So could you say “war” and the absence of good L.A. policing helped create MS-13? Perhaps. But where’s the root? Who or what created that war in El Salvador in the first place? The United States of America couldn’t have had much to do with that, right?

Wrong. The American CIA was all over that place in the 1970’s and 1980’s. One can read about links between CIA and government death squads suppressing dissent, warding off a perceived “communist” peasant-guerilla rebellion. Yes, another Vietnam-type thing, sure, call it another CIA-led war related to the Red Scare. Control. Protecting capitalist U.S. interests at any cost.

So who or what created MS-13? The reader can put pieces together, with our own CIA and LAPD serving as possible culprits. Why point that out? Well, a wise, rebellious rabbi once commanded, “Judge not, lest ye be judged.” The next time you jump on the “I hate MS-13” bandwagon, consider the gang’s origin and whether your “hate” is heading the correct way for helpful change in this hemisphere.

There are wise sayings about pulling weeds out by the root instead of just cutting their tops off… If you oppose violence, especially the type MS-13 can bring, consider opposing the violent elements that created the L.A. migrant community’s need for extreme security measures. See the whole picture, appreciate it for what it is, and judge not.

Border Tension Ends with A.U.

09 Monday Sep 2024

Posted by Bill Watkins in Border, Immigration, Latin America, Love, Poetic Blog

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America, American Union, Border, Immigration, Joy, Latin America, Love, Mexico, Peace, Racism, United states, Unity

In the United States, there is a large historical force that denigrates people who reside or come from south of our border.  We so often look down our noses, but enlightened thought tells us we do so to our own economic and cultural peril.  So many missed opportunities to connect!  So many lies we tell ourselves to make us feel superior, even though any religious or moral code worth a darn will tell you that all human beings under heaven are one hundred percent equal.  How can the United States overcome its prejudice to see that what this Hemisphere really needs is an American Union?

Anyone who crosses the U.S./Mexico border knows the tension; with the right papers in your car, you might get stuck in a two hour line without a restroom, then get searched if you have packed the wrong kind of banana.  The folks searching are heavily armed.  On both sides.  You feel that if you misstep here, at minimum you will have a costly delay to your trip, at maximum a scary detention.  What’s the difference between crossing this border and the one with Canada or crossing between European countries, where you simply show your passport and move on?  What, if not racial or ethnic prejudice?

Currently, there exists a First to Third World divide between the United States and Latin America akin to a Western Hemisphere Apartheid.  That division, that exclusion… is as responsible for border tensions and immigration demand as anything else.  Instead of whining about our southern border,  the United States government could choose to recognize its unique position to help our Latin American neighbors, extend a hand, and end the economic, racial and cultural divide that inhibits the region, eternally damning it to isolation, tariff and prejudice.

The biggest critics of Mexico and all things South of the Border are often self-proclaimed White Christians, the loudest ones residing in the United States Senate and House of Representatives—folks who don’t seem to know the countries they judge very well, nor their people, nor their own religion.  A real Christian loves their neighbor as themselves, never judges, and even loves their enemies.  A real Christian doesn’t name-call, or look down on people who look different, speak different, think different or pray different.

Could this region get together, form a union in the European style with our neighbors to the south and north, open up trade, exchange culture, ideas, technology and innovation?  Mexico and Third World Latin America could help folks in the United States with humility, religious dedication and keeping the sanctity of marriage, while we help them build better roads, centralize their utilities.  They could teach us how to value elders, keep families close and honor ancient traditions while we lift them to First World levels of trade, commerce and productivity.

We can trade farming tips, while we build roads and train routes across our borders.  Develop an American Currency like Europe’s Euro!  From the Patagonia of Argentina to the highest icy regions of Canada and Alaska, we could be a unified force of countries with unique difference, bonded by proximity and the enlightenment that would surely come with such a positive change.  Borders would be more token, less toxic, its patrollers freed up to keep the peace instead of wasting our time with searches veering dangerously close to fourth amendment violations in every lane.

The only reason suspicion of crime, tensions and migration demand at the border are as high as they are is because of the division itself.  We fear, keep out difference.  We criminalize immigration and travel into regions we judge as worse than ours.  If there is anything worse in other countries, like decentralized gas power and weak electricity grids down south, let’s blame ourselves instead of the immigrants from those countries fighting their way into our First World.  There is a fight because the United States government, like others, hoards land it did not create.

So many people here call ourselves religious or Christian, but instead of loving our neighbors into the First World, we doom them to a Third World lifestyle that pushes them to our doorstep illegally.  Open up, United States of America!  Share! Let’s form an American Union!  Be the Christians we claim to be, watch the benefits to unification roll in, not least among them the absence of border tension.

Citizenship

14 Thursday Feb 2019

Posted by Bill Watkins in Citizenship, Poem, Poems, Poesia, Poetic Blog, Poetry

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America, Citizenship, Immigration, Joy, Love, Peace, Poetry, USA

Flag Wall

The skill so grand of mine
to be gloriously born on
American soil!

Never mind I never learned
much law, graduated high
school a drunk.

I belched and laid my first
significant cry right here
in the USA!!

Never mind we skipped over
civics, waltzed around in
a haze of privilege.

I live on stolen Native American
land, hail from immigrants
but am not one!

Never mind the Bible;
Christianity cool when convened
as a wall.

Wide is this path to destroy,
so here we are finding ways
to hate them—

the “immigrant,” figuring ways
to differentiate them from our
fathers, grandfathers—

mothers, too.

Make America white again,
MAGA hats worn by absurd
ignorance;

if keeping score, forgive them—
the land belongs not to man
but God,

Good Orderly Direction, Great
Spirit beyond the divide of
borders,

National leaders, a unity bound
on native blood, slave sweat, tears—
Kennedy murdered

by lies, perfidy and deceit, the
ruse of cloaks, daggers, and CIA
cold war sleet.

Peace is the rainbow following
rain on the other side.  The baby
born

en route to my city, my home;
no skill in birth, yet I came out
documented,

they documented another way
to protect the apparent privilege
of the scared elite.

Xenophobe

09 Saturday Jun 2018

Posted by Bill Watkins in Immigration, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry, Political Satire, Race, Racism, Satire, Xenophobia

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America, Border, Fear, Foreigners, Immigration, Joke, Joy, Love, Peace, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Political, Racism, Satire, Sessions, The Wall, Trump, USA, Xenophobia

Let’s stick together, fend off
the other.

We used to be an “other” long ago,
but not me that was my
progenitor, not me—let’s go!

I’d rather be dead than caught
in the web; liberal diversity’s not
for me, I’m a Christian, just
the type who’s white, ticked
and armed, so back off.

Someone once challenged my
right to kill.  They were invading
my house, so I had to defend, but
in the army learned that shooting
for the torso of a human was
defending so killed him.

One must defend one’s family—
which is everything.  Blood relations,
keeping America white.

They say this was native American
before it was white European but I
kinda’ think that’s Fake News.

I ignore God when I want to
and cheer at Liberals’ defeat,
this is a war and I wanna win so
let’s kill as much as we need to
let’s win.

Stop ‘em at the border, kill
‘em if we must, build a wall,
Jews will not replace us.  Divide
and conquer’s not the devil’s
line—Believe Me!!

Let’s go to the rally!  Are you going?

So much winning; I love it
how we won all those wars.

Vietnam was fake news, we won
that too!

Kennedy had it coming, I love
CIA movies and their covert ops,
I wish I could take one now,
see all those babies separated from
their mothers at the border,
I’m Christian but the kind that
likes White Jesus, and sick
of the politically correct brown
one they cook up downtown
in what will become a sanctuary
city if we don’t spread Trump
fever fast and build that damn
wall!

Messing with Mom

30 Wednesday May 2018

Posted by Bill Watkins in Blog, Blogs, God, Honor, Misogyny, Mom, Morality, Mother, Poem, Poems, Poetic Blog, Poetry, Sex, Sexism

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Immigration, Ivanka, Joy, Love, Mom, Morality, Mother, Mothers, Peace, Political, Race, Racism, Trump, Truth

Men with stiff upper lips gather
in dark rooms, light cigars, drink
Scotch whiskey and avoid their feelings.

White people.

White men, holding hard to their
dreams of control and privilege—

the false narrative that “America” is
white, European, and manifest in
supreme destiny to be clean of the
riff-raff of anything not them.

Native peoples here were one with the
land, slaves brought in to tend it,
too.

And the men gather, not white-skinned
always, more like pink, red, sometimes
tanned against the sun, necks burned
to coin a derogatory phrase—
and shouldn’t we with conscience choose
not to use those?

Heaven knows the white, dark, brown,
whatever colored person is as good or
bad as the next;

We’re all prone to mistake.  To moments
of joy, perfect and true.

The smile universal, the love Ivanka
knows about even if Dad spits “Fuck you.”

The truth of the dream more than the
border of “seems,” something there is
that doesn’t love a wall and wants it
down.

I thought at first sound of a wall to
the south, “Okay, interesting, we all have
an option to wall our homes off from
the world, why not a country?”

Then I figured out that the term “wall,”
and “Build the Wall” next to “Lock Her Up”
at campaign rallies was a clear dog
whistle to the racist fear-mongering
masses, a racist explosion of “keep
them out,” they’re “criminals!”

They’re “animals!!!”

And Donald, sir:

So are you.  That you do not know
that is why you admire Andrew Jackson
and his Trail of Tears.

You have left the human race, you who
hold onto your racism and xenophobic
fear of others.

You are not animals at play in God’s
field with other animals—you who cast
out “different” as “worse.”

I love you.

We must love the oppressed and the
oppressor, for who at day’s end is more
close to death than life as the character
assassinator, the genocider, the angry,
stiff-lipped cigar sucker,

back rooms lit with the devil’s glare,
hoping against hope to turn your four-
year old heart into four years of
wrecking ball politics, hate, fear
and dismantling more than even CIA
managed in Cold War?

Carnage?

Oh, to be a fly on the wall when Daddy
brought that home.

Mine did every once in a while,
but I forgive him, love him, and
honor the God racist misogynist GOP
sellouts claim to worship by staying
small under Him or Her.

By listening.

By accepting that Mom brought us here
and deserves our respect!

Not a border full of Cops taking
their children away as a deterrent
to make up for your lack of gratifying
sex.

Go back to the wives of your youth,
Trump and criminal sympathizing supporters,
honor your father and mother, but first:

Repent.

Admit we stole this land.

Not for you, dummy, as I smile to tuck
in your shirt, little guy.

We admit truth to make the world
better

The Optics of Trump’s January 27th

12 Friday May 2017

Posted by Bill Watkins in Blogs, Political

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Collusion, Comey, Immigration, MAGA, MRGA, Obstruction, Russian, Trump, Trumpgate, Trumprussia, Yates

(Reality Just As Bad)

January27a

-by Bill Watkins 5/12/2017

***

I thought May 10th was bad.

Trump fired Comey the day before, then hosted a fun, upbeat meet and greet with Russian officials in the Oval Office—a football spike initiated with a Tillerson/Lavrov dance in front of the press, where veteran reporter Andrea Mitchell was blasted with sarcasm and insult by the Russian.

Tillerson just chuckled, as he did when Mitchell and other pressmates were ridiculed by Lavrov in Russia last month.

Nothing could be worse, you’d think, optically or truthfully, than that May 10th Russian tap dance in our white house.  Then James Clapper appeared on Andrea Mitchell’s MSNBC show today, and gave more information about his friend James Comey’s dinner with Trump…

ON JANUARY 27.

Alarm bells went off.  I was having a Rachel Maddow “aha!” moment, there in my bedroom.  (So I slept in a bit, I’m in L.A. the helicopters kept me up late last night!!)

JANUARY 27.

Let’s go over Donald Trump’s January 27th, as I now see it, with Clapper’s clarification.

1. Sally Yates and intelligence aide visit the White House for the second time in two days, meet with White House Counsel, Don McGahn, and an aid of his.

2. McGahn asks the legal implications of AG Yates’ Michael Flynn warning, goes over some of the details not covered the day before, about Flynn’s being compromised and vulnerable to blackmail by Russian intelligence.

3. Donald Trump issues an unconstitutional Immigration Ban Order.

I did not skip steps.  I know; he did not sideline Flynn, suspend his security clearance while they investigated Yates’ statements.  Flynn still stood by Trump’s side.  Rolling out an order not likely to be enforced by Sally Yates.

4. INVITE FBI DIRECTOR JAMES COMEY TO DINNER.

5. Host that dinner.

6. Now… turn on the news to hear what they talked about, folks.

***

That’s quite a little Friday, the first one after Trump’s inauguration.

Makes me wonder if George W. Bush might read that January 27th Trump agenda, graduate past calling it “some weird shit.”  Maybe we are 100 percent at “Nixonian obstruction of justice, collusion and treasonous shit, man…”

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