I attended an AITP group meeting this week on the two hot topics of the moment: Cloud Computing and Social Media Marketing. The speakers are known, respected representatives of their fields, but on the Cloud Computing side I have to say I was less than impressed.
The message was: this is the next big thing and I’m on the forefront of it and you need to pay attention to it. But what, exactly, are we talking about?
Several of my colleagues in the audience asked excellent if pointed questions, like: how is this different that what we are doing now? Is this not still just a make/buy decision with different parameters? How do I safeguard my proprietary and customer data if I don’t know exactly where it resides and what my Cloud provider’s processes are? Whose fault is it if my data is compromised or I can’t get at it to do business?
This last one is easy to answer, since the advent of Cloud Computing doesn’t change things: you are. If you’re the CIO of a corporation, you are responsible for the safety and sanctity of the company’s data. It does not matter whether you decide to keep it in house on a server you can see or farm it out to Amazon or Force.com or whatever, or something in between.
It seems to me that though we have new technologies every month to consider as tools to do business, the fundamental issues don’t change. Perhaps my negative reaction to the presentations stems more from the idea that the term “game change” equates to a complete overhaul of everything.
Cloud Computing clearly has some excellent opportunities and potential cost-savings. It is also, as one of the presenters pointed out, the beginning of the realization, finally, of the true promise of the Internet. It’s very exciting to consider the kinds of gains we can make in our ability to scale, to react to business needs and changes quickly, and enable new ways to collaborate in a global marketplace. But my colleague who asked if things really are the same is right. We still need to look at the costs, benefits and risks of the alternatives for performing every business process we execute. Some things lend themselves very well to being put in the cloud. For others it will make sense to keep them in-house. And of course it’s not a yes/no decision, there is a range of possibilities. Don’t throw away your common sense, IT professionals. That is still very much in demand no matter what “game changing” new thing is being hyped.
Social Media Marketing next.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Living
It’s been a while. I went through a period where I found blogging a burden, another chore. I’d rather be out there living.
And live I have. I went to my annual EEFC music and dance workshop, despite the expense. In part this was due to the generosity of the EEFC Board of Directors, who asked me to be their guest this year. Thus the expense was considerably less than it would have otherwise been. That week refreshes my soul, both because of the music and because of the community. The “booster shot” happens in NYC in January at the annual Golden Festival. I have not attended in several years, but this coming year I intend to go if I can figure out how to make it happen.
I’ve made some additional commitments, as a professional and as a volunteer. I am actually a little more busy than I’d like to be. But I wouldn’t give up any one of these gigs, so I stay busy.
The singing season for Sing To Live is in full swing – I can hardly believe it, but we’re performing our first concerts this coming weekend. I spend a lot of my time practicing. I am at my best when the music is almost memorized, so I can relax and focus on watching Wilbert’s direction and communicating to the audience. If there's anyone out there actually reading this, you might want to consider coming to one of our concerts. These pay tribute to the value of music in our lives; something very important.
Several people among my friends and relatives are dealing with a serious illness. It reminds me of just how precious each day is, and how important people are. It is very difficult to watch their struggles from afar and to feel so helpless. Not that I’d be much more helpful if I lived in any of the places they are. Each is the primary combatant in the fight, and we in their communities can only stand on the sidelines and cheer, for the most part. But I do not know whether to love or hate CaringBridge.
I am so very fortunate to be part of several groups and communities from which I can draw solace, support, camaraderie and laughter. I hope I contribute to each one, but I believe I receive far more than I give.
The job search continues, and I am still single. But I am not alone, I am healthy, and I am so very lucky in so many ways. I try never to forget that.
And live I have. I went to my annual EEFC music and dance workshop, despite the expense. In part this was due to the generosity of the EEFC Board of Directors, who asked me to be their guest this year. Thus the expense was considerably less than it would have otherwise been. That week refreshes my soul, both because of the music and because of the community. The “booster shot” happens in NYC in January at the annual Golden Festival. I have not attended in several years, but this coming year I intend to go if I can figure out how to make it happen.
I’ve made some additional commitments, as a professional and as a volunteer. I am actually a little more busy than I’d like to be. But I wouldn’t give up any one of these gigs, so I stay busy.
The singing season for Sing To Live is in full swing – I can hardly believe it, but we’re performing our first concerts this coming weekend. I spend a lot of my time practicing. I am at my best when the music is almost memorized, so I can relax and focus on watching Wilbert’s direction and communicating to the audience. If there's anyone out there actually reading this, you might want to consider coming to one of our concerts. These pay tribute to the value of music in our lives; something very important.
Several people among my friends and relatives are dealing with a serious illness. It reminds me of just how precious each day is, and how important people are. It is very difficult to watch their struggles from afar and to feel so helpless. Not that I’d be much more helpful if I lived in any of the places they are. Each is the primary combatant in the fight, and we in their communities can only stand on the sidelines and cheer, for the most part. But I do not know whether to love or hate CaringBridge.
I am so very fortunate to be part of several groups and communities from which I can draw solace, support, camaraderie and laughter. I hope I contribute to each one, but I believe I receive far more than I give.
The job search continues, and I am still single. But I am not alone, I am healthy, and I am so very lucky in so many ways. I try never to forget that.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Polish
My father died 15 years ago, in June of 1995. He was a pretty ordinary guy – never did anything that put him in the papers or on TV. He worked at the same job for the same organization for more than 44 years. He loved to bowl. He was a World War II Vet – a decorated one, though he never talked about it and we didn’t even know until a few years before he died. He was a great dad and I still miss him.
He was born in Hamtramck MI. He spoke only Polish until he was 6 years old and went to school. I grew up with Polish foods that he cooked, Polish music, and the odd Polish word and phrase. Even though my Mom is not of Polish heritage we were, at least a little, a Polish home.
My youngest brother and I have been the ones to keep up the few traditions – kielbasa for Christmas breakfast, cucumber salads with vinegar and sugar in the summer time, kapusta – sauerkraut – as a side dish. I like the music and the dances and own a Polish costume, thought I haven’t worn it in years. My father carried around a photo of me in that costume for quite a while. He loved the music, too.
This past weekend, while I was visiting Detroit, my mother and I went to the annual Polish Festival put on by the Polish Century Club. It’s in a new building in the suburbs – I guess the old one on Outer Drive is gone.
There was a kind of street fair; some booths were related to things Polish, and some weren’t. There was also a big tent with live music. We went there first, and listened. We were lucky to be able to see a dance performance of young people in authentic costumes. I was entranced! (Though I felt sorry for them; it was so hot for all that wool.)
Mom got a little teary and I joined her; we were both thinking of Dad. Mom said “I remember how his face lit up whenever he heard a polka”. My father was a good dancer and I treasure the memories of the few opportunities I had to dance with him.
We shared a “Polish plate” which gave us a taste of many of the dishes we used to eat all the time – pierogi, “city chicken”, kapusta, galobki, mashed potatoes (maybe they aren’t exclusively Polish but they were standard at our house and my father was great at making them). We agreed that the galobki wasn’t as good as Dad’s.
It was an unexpected trip down memory lane – sad but sweet – and a reminder of my roots. It’s a rare day that I don’t think of my father, but this was a special one.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
My garden, for the moment.
I live in a “temporary” apartment. I had a lovely house in MD and will have another (soon, I hope) in IL. In the meantime, a lot of my stuff is in storage. I’ve learned some things about “stuff” in the time I’ve had to live in limbo. The most important thing is, I can actually live without quite a bit of my stuff. When I get it all back, it’ll be sort of like Christmas; many things will feel new again – “Hey, I forgot I owned one of these!”.
There are a few exceptions, a few things I miss keenly and can’t wait to have back in my immediate position again. My piano is first on that list. A number of treasured books – I had to make choices, but had I known I’d be in this apartment for this long there are a few more I’d have brought with me. And one thing that isn’t in storage but I will start over – a yard full of garden beds. I grow flowers and vegetables; I have ever since I had my own little spot in my grandmother’s garden all those years ago. I miss the excitement of planning, the problem solving (“Hmmm, there’s less sun here than I thought there would be” or “What kind of bugs are THOSE?”), the gentle competition with critters (all in good fun except the year the groundhog leveled my vegetable garden), the sheer pleasure of walking the yard each morning to see what’s happening, what’s changed, what’s blooming. I love to watch the colors as they develop (or don’t) the way I imagined. I love eating from the garden in summer; especially the incomparable taste of cherry tomatoes still warm from the sun. I enjoy most gardening chores, even weeding. And I feel a garden keeps me in touch with the weather and the seasons. I watch the days lengthen and shorten with much more interest when it affects my small harvests. I am far less inclined to be annoyed by periodic bouts of rain. I am, in short, in better sync with my world when the garden is part of my life.
For now, this little deck off the back of my apartment is all the garden I have. One tomato, one hot pepper, some herbs, and the flowers and houseplants. They don’t take much work beyond watering – except that I learned the hard way I must pollinate my own veggies; the bees don’t find this place. I’ll only get a few peppers and a handful or two of tomatoes even with that. Single plants find it hard to be productive.
It does make for a nice little spot to be outside in good weather, despite the view beyond of the parking lot and the constant jet-engine-like buzz/roar of the gas station’s air conditioner a half block away (if I play some nice music through the window, I can ignore that). The absolutely glorious weather of the past week has made this a pleasant place to sip coffee in the morning and read or do needlework until the light fades in the evening.
I work at enjoying this and at feeling sure I will have my yard again in the fullness of time.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Results Rule – or be careful what you work for.
Andy G. Pennington’s book came highly recommended and I was eager to get my hands on it. I had to send for it through the wonderful “SWAN” library system here in Illinois, where with a few keystrokes and a mouse click I have access to more than 30 libraries as if they were all my own.
There’s a lot of good stuff in the book. Really. It talks about pursuit of the best, accountability, admitting your mistakes, turning vision into action, creating behaviors that demonstrate values.
But I will confess that I had to force myself to keep reading past the preface to find all these things. Because the 1st sentence in the book is “Why is Wal-Mart the largest retailer in the world?”. From my perspective, the answer to that question is: because it sells things for the cheapest prices around. And it does that by having a vast underpaid non-benefited work force, by taking advantage of people who don’t have a lot of employment options. It also does it by carefully putting huge mega-stores in areas where it can drive out all other competition, especially long-standing family-owned local small businesses.
These are not the kinds of results I would want in a company with which I am affiliated. And before you ask, no, I do not shop at Wal-Mart. Even unemployed I would rather either pay a little more in a store that respects its employees, or go without for now.
From my standpoint, if “results” only means profits and market dominance, then this is not what I want to “rule”. The book’s premise is ‘the right culture can make all the difference’. Indeed. Egypt and Rome are two cultures I can think of that built long-standing cultures on slavery. I am NOT comparing Wal-Mart employment to slavery, but I do believe there are some parallels. It has to do with valuing people. That is, valuing people over strictly financial “results”.
In an attempt to be fair, Mr. Pennington talks about a lot of other companies, many of which I admire. He also explicitly talks, later, about valuing people. But he does not make the connection, and that disappoints me.
Mr. Pennington talks later in the book about people fitting the culture. I suppose he would say that Wal-Mart’s is a “culture” in which I do not fit. Agreed. But what about people who don’t have the choices and resources I have? Should they and their children go without health care and life insurance because of Wal-Mart’s “culture”? He says: “Results Rule! Leaders and organizations have an edge – a deep passion for competing, contributing, and yes, winning”. Personally I don’t much care for the idea that “deep passion” and “fear of losing your job if you don’t accept what you get and keep your mouth shut” are the same thing.
NB: this is a blog, a rant. This is a larger story and Wal-Mart is not the only company on this planet whose values I do not respect. It simply happens to be the one mentioned on the very first page of a book in which I had significant hopes – until I read that 1st page.
Wal-Mart is successful in part because Americans often care about the lowest price over anything else. Some people’s budgets pretty much require they think that way and others are hypocritical enough to complain about losses of American jobs but buy cheap stuff from overseas anyway. But I cannot accept that this makes Wal-Mart a company with an admirable culture. And I do not admire its results.
Can you make money doing well? I believe so. But you have to a) not have money as your primary goal (or “result”, if you like), and b) be willing to invest in the longer term. Loyal employees and satisfied customers are good for business in the long run. In fact, assuming you aren’t actually losing money, they are good goals in and of themselves.
Maybe results do rule, as Mr. Pennington says. But not all results rule with me.
There’s a lot of good stuff in the book. Really. It talks about pursuit of the best, accountability, admitting your mistakes, turning vision into action, creating behaviors that demonstrate values.
But I will confess that I had to force myself to keep reading past the preface to find all these things. Because the 1st sentence in the book is “Why is Wal-Mart the largest retailer in the world?”. From my perspective, the answer to that question is: because it sells things for the cheapest prices around. And it does that by having a vast underpaid non-benefited work force, by taking advantage of people who don’t have a lot of employment options. It also does it by carefully putting huge mega-stores in areas where it can drive out all other competition, especially long-standing family-owned local small businesses.
These are not the kinds of results I would want in a company with which I am affiliated. And before you ask, no, I do not shop at Wal-Mart. Even unemployed I would rather either pay a little more in a store that respects its employees, or go without for now.
From my standpoint, if “results” only means profits and market dominance, then this is not what I want to “rule”. The book’s premise is ‘the right culture can make all the difference’. Indeed. Egypt and Rome are two cultures I can think of that built long-standing cultures on slavery. I am NOT comparing Wal-Mart employment to slavery, but I do believe there are some parallels. It has to do with valuing people. That is, valuing people over strictly financial “results”.
In an attempt to be fair, Mr. Pennington talks about a lot of other companies, many of which I admire. He also explicitly talks, later, about valuing people. But he does not make the connection, and that disappoints me.
Mr. Pennington talks later in the book about people fitting the culture. I suppose he would say that Wal-Mart’s is a “culture” in which I do not fit. Agreed. But what about people who don’t have the choices and resources I have? Should they and their children go without health care and life insurance because of Wal-Mart’s “culture”? He says: “Results Rule! Leaders and organizations have an edge – a deep passion for competing, contributing, and yes, winning”. Personally I don’t much care for the idea that “deep passion” and “fear of losing your job if you don’t accept what you get and keep your mouth shut” are the same thing.
NB: this is a blog, a rant. This is a larger story and Wal-Mart is not the only company on this planet whose values I do not respect. It simply happens to be the one mentioned on the very first page of a book in which I had significant hopes – until I read that 1st page.
Wal-Mart is successful in part because Americans often care about the lowest price over anything else. Some people’s budgets pretty much require they think that way and others are hypocritical enough to complain about losses of American jobs but buy cheap stuff from overseas anyway. But I cannot accept that this makes Wal-Mart a company with an admirable culture. And I do not admire its results.
Can you make money doing well? I believe so. But you have to a) not have money as your primary goal (or “result”, if you like), and b) be willing to invest in the longer term. Loyal employees and satisfied customers are good for business in the long run. In fact, assuming you aren’t actually losing money, they are good goals in and of themselves.
Maybe results do rule, as Mr. Pennington says. But not all results rule with me.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Ahead of the Curve?
I had something of a brainstorm the other day. Looking ahead, I thought about what I might want to do later, in 20 years, at a point when I might want to stop working full time. I’ve seen ads for college and business school teachers, and I think that might be fun.
I’ll have the experience, no doubt about that. But I’ll need the degree. I have part of an MBA under my belt, but never finished. Every time I got involved in a program I either got sent to an out-of-town long term assignment or had to change priorities due to something my ex needed or wanted. This was before the age of the Internet and online classes at reputable schools. In recent years most of my continuing education has focused on keeping up with the skills required to maintain my professional certification: new technologies and project management.
This new idea has me thinking again about a degree program. I’ve just started looking; my MBA work is so old there’s probably not much advantage from that standpoint in continuing it over pursuing some other degree if I find something else I’m really interested in studying. But last week in the library while looking for something new to listen to on a trip, I ran across Ahead of the Curve: Two Years at Harvard Business School by Phillip Delves Broughton, unabridged. Whatever degree I get will be from a Chicago-area school, but this sounded interesting, and maybe it would help me figure out whether an MBA is what I want to pursue.
I don’t think it is. Not a Harvard MBA, at least. I have no interest in being an investment banker or hedge fund manager, nor the kind of consultant described in the book. I have many years of successful consulting experience already and have never once treated (or cheated) a client in the fashion described. I would be interested in understanding some areas better than I do, and the case approach sounds interesting, but I absolutely don’t want to be part of the elite, arrogant, snobbish world of the Harvard Business School graduates.
The thing is, business is what I might like to teach, from a different perspective. I’d like to teach what I know: troubleshooting, problem solving, building and motivating teams, project management, using technology as a tool to support business. I’m not done with the recording yet, so maybe the program will redeem itself in my eyes, but so far even the descriptions of leadership coursework doesn’t sound like leadership to me.
The book is fascinating, and I’ll finish it. Maybe I’ll feel better when it’s done. Stay tuned.
I’ll have the experience, no doubt about that. But I’ll need the degree. I have part of an MBA under my belt, but never finished. Every time I got involved in a program I either got sent to an out-of-town long term assignment or had to change priorities due to something my ex needed or wanted. This was before the age of the Internet and online classes at reputable schools. In recent years most of my continuing education has focused on keeping up with the skills required to maintain my professional certification: new technologies and project management.
This new idea has me thinking again about a degree program. I’ve just started looking; my MBA work is so old there’s probably not much advantage from that standpoint in continuing it over pursuing some other degree if I find something else I’m really interested in studying. But last week in the library while looking for something new to listen to on a trip, I ran across Ahead of the Curve: Two Years at Harvard Business School by Phillip Delves Broughton, unabridged. Whatever degree I get will be from a Chicago-area school, but this sounded interesting, and maybe it would help me figure out whether an MBA is what I want to pursue.
I don’t think it is. Not a Harvard MBA, at least. I have no interest in being an investment banker or hedge fund manager, nor the kind of consultant described in the book. I have many years of successful consulting experience already and have never once treated (or cheated) a client in the fashion described. I would be interested in understanding some areas better than I do, and the case approach sounds interesting, but I absolutely don’t want to be part of the elite, arrogant, snobbish world of the Harvard Business School graduates.
The thing is, business is what I might like to teach, from a different perspective. I’d like to teach what I know: troubleshooting, problem solving, building and motivating teams, project management, using technology as a tool to support business. I’m not done with the recording yet, so maybe the program will redeem itself in my eyes, but so far even the descriptions of leadership coursework doesn’t sound like leadership to me.
The book is fascinating, and I’ll finish it. Maybe I’ll feel better when it’s done. Stay tuned.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
SB1070 is wrong
The news lately has of course been full of the new Arizona Law SB1070 (and its hastily-passed modification, HB2162). It makes it a state crime for an alien to be in Arizona without proper documentation and requires police to determine the immigration status of anyone if there is “reasonable suspicion” that s/he is an alien. It does not appear that “reasonable suspicion” is defined. It also says someone who cannot prove s/he is here legally can be arrested, and if arrested the person will be detained until the federal government can confirm the person’s status. It does not seem to put any kind of time frame on this confirmation.
I have friends and relatives who have publicly voiced their support for this law. I also have friends who have publicly voiced their protest, on the grounds that illegal aliens should not be pursued. I believe both are wrong.
I don’t know if anybody else stands on this where I do. I suppose there must be other people in the middle somewhere, but I usually feel very alone. I don’t like this law, but not because I think it’s OK to enter this country illegally. What bothers me about this law is that I think it will be used to inconvenience and harass many people who belong here because they look Hispanic or because they are heard speaking some other language than English.
It happens that I carry my Voter’s Registration Card in my wallet, because it’s easier to do that than try to figure out what I did with it when it is time to vote. So, if I were stopped in my car for a broken taillight and the cop happened to say “By the way, can you prove you are in this country legally?”, I could do it. But I don’t carry my wallet when I walk the dog or ride my bike. If I were to be stopped by the police for running a stop sign on my bike (which I do all the time if there’s no automobile traffic approaching the intersection; at 10mph or less it’s very easy to see the situation in plenty of time to make the decision), I wouldn’t be able to prove anything at all. Let me tell you, I’d become pretty irate if I got hauled off to jail for not being able to prove my identity. There is no law requiring citizens to be able to prove they are citizens except when they are entering or leaving the country.
Of course, it’s not likely anyone would suspect me of being something other than a U.S. citizen. I look like the mish-mash of Anglo-Saxon and Eastern European that I am, and my accent is more or less Midwestern – that is, to a policeman’s ear here in ChicagoLand I wouldn’t have one. That doesn’t prove I’m a citizen, by the way, it just more or less eliminates the thought coming into anyone’s head that I might not be. That’s the problem: what on earth would constitute reasonable suspicion someone is an alien? The answer CANNOT be that s/he looks or sounds Latina/o.
My father and both his parents were born in this country, American citizens from the moment their baby lungs took in air. But Dad spoke only Polish until he was six years old. I don’t know how old my grandparents were when they learned English, but you could always hear slight differences in how they pronounced some things as compared to people who only spoke American English. There are still Polish-American communities in the Chicago area where that happens. I had dinner with friends last week in a restaurant where a large table full of happy celebrants spoke only Polish, and I would be willing to bet every one of those folks was born in or near Chicago. Similarly, there are lots of Hispanic communities here and in many other places, including Arizona, where Spanish is spoken pretty much exclusively in every home.
We need immigration laws that make sense. They need to be clear and they need to have the teeth to remove people who are not legally here. They need to make the process for legally immigrating reasonable. There needs to be a good guest worker program, so that jobs Americans can't or won't fill can be filled by people who want the work, and those people need to be protected, paid adequately, and treated properly and with dignity while they are here. The laws also need to have some compassion and there needs to be some room to consider individual cases: people who were brought here illegally as babies or toddlers, for example, should not be deported to a country they don’t remember and know little about. And no matter what else it does, I am strongly against any law that hassles American citizens.
The percentage of white Anglo/European people in the United States is currently a little over 65%. Still a majority, but this means that there are more than 100 Million people -- let me say this again: MORE THAN ONE HUNDRED MILLION PEOPLE -- who are something else. Last I checked it does not make them any less American than I am. Any law addressing illegal immigrants must not touch them any more than it touches me.
I have friends and relatives who have publicly voiced their support for this law. I also have friends who have publicly voiced their protest, on the grounds that illegal aliens should not be pursued. I believe both are wrong.
I don’t know if anybody else stands on this where I do. I suppose there must be other people in the middle somewhere, but I usually feel very alone. I don’t like this law, but not because I think it’s OK to enter this country illegally. What bothers me about this law is that I think it will be used to inconvenience and harass many people who belong here because they look Hispanic or because they are heard speaking some other language than English.
It happens that I carry my Voter’s Registration Card in my wallet, because it’s easier to do that than try to figure out what I did with it when it is time to vote. So, if I were stopped in my car for a broken taillight and the cop happened to say “By the way, can you prove you are in this country legally?”, I could do it. But I don’t carry my wallet when I walk the dog or ride my bike. If I were to be stopped by the police for running a stop sign on my bike (which I do all the time if there’s no automobile traffic approaching the intersection; at 10mph or less it’s very easy to see the situation in plenty of time to make the decision), I wouldn’t be able to prove anything at all. Let me tell you, I’d become pretty irate if I got hauled off to jail for not being able to prove my identity. There is no law requiring citizens to be able to prove they are citizens except when they are entering or leaving the country.
Of course, it’s not likely anyone would suspect me of being something other than a U.S. citizen. I look like the mish-mash of Anglo-Saxon and Eastern European that I am, and my accent is more or less Midwestern – that is, to a policeman’s ear here in ChicagoLand I wouldn’t have one. That doesn’t prove I’m a citizen, by the way, it just more or less eliminates the thought coming into anyone’s head that I might not be. That’s the problem: what on earth would constitute reasonable suspicion someone is an alien? The answer CANNOT be that s/he looks or sounds Latina/o.
My father and both his parents were born in this country, American citizens from the moment their baby lungs took in air. But Dad spoke only Polish until he was six years old. I don’t know how old my grandparents were when they learned English, but you could always hear slight differences in how they pronounced some things as compared to people who only spoke American English. There are still Polish-American communities in the Chicago area where that happens. I had dinner with friends last week in a restaurant where a large table full of happy celebrants spoke only Polish, and I would be willing to bet every one of those folks was born in or near Chicago. Similarly, there are lots of Hispanic communities here and in many other places, including Arizona, where Spanish is spoken pretty much exclusively in every home.
We need immigration laws that make sense. They need to be clear and they need to have the teeth to remove people who are not legally here. They need to make the process for legally immigrating reasonable. There needs to be a good guest worker program, so that jobs Americans can't or won't fill can be filled by people who want the work, and those people need to be protected, paid adequately, and treated properly and with dignity while they are here. The laws also need to have some compassion and there needs to be some room to consider individual cases: people who were brought here illegally as babies or toddlers, for example, should not be deported to a country they don’t remember and know little about. And no matter what else it does, I am strongly against any law that hassles American citizens.
The percentage of white Anglo/European people in the United States is currently a little over 65%. Still a majority, but this means that there are more than 100 Million people -- let me say this again: MORE THAN ONE HUNDRED MILLION PEOPLE -- who are something else. Last I checked it does not make them any less American than I am. Any law addressing illegal immigrants must not touch them any more than it touches me.
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