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Arizona, Show Your Papers? So What!
Arizona, Show Your Papers? So What!
by Paul Theroux AFP "Is asking drivers for ID in Arizona so different from cops in Italy asking train passengers for passports? Travel writer Paul Theroux on how the new law compares to other countries'. These people who are protesting being asked for identification by Arizona cops—have they been anywhere lately, like out of the country? Like Mexico, or Canada, or India, or Italy, or Tanzania, or Singapore, or Britain—places where people in uniforms have routinely demanded my papers? Chicago White Sox Manager Ozzie Guillen is offended (“as a Latin American”) by the Arizona law and recently claimed that all illegal immigrants are “workaholics.” Has he been back to the land of his birth lately, Venezuela, and expected not to be asked for his papers? Ozzie, tell the police in Ocumare del Tuy, “I’m a Latin American,” and see if that will end the interrogation. And spare a thought for the policeman two days ago who was gunned down in the desert by a workaholic drug dealer. The request for papers is not just a line in Casablanca. I have been hearing the question my whole traveling life. I had an Alien Registration Card in Britain and got occasional visits from the police at my home, to make sure I was behaving myself. Seventeen years in Britain as an alien: papers. Six years in Africa: “Where are your papers, bwana?” Three years in Singapo another alien identity card and immense red tape in that fussy, litigious bureaucracy. A large proportion of the Brazilians on Cape Cod are illegals, working off the books, indignant that they would ever be asked to identify themselves. Ever been to Brazil? I have. “Where are your papers, meester?” As for the U.S., it is annoying, but understandable, especially in a country with 12 million illegal immigrants using the public services. “Who are you?” is a routine question: The necessity to identify yourself to authority is something that happens every day. You present a credit card at the supermarket and they want to see your license to make sure you’re not a grafter. All over the place, renting a car, at the bank: “I’ll need to see two forms of ID.” • Peter Beinart: Fear of Immigrants In Toronto last year I had to show my passport to check into my hotel. You can’t check into any hotel in India or China or buy certain railway tickets there without showing your passport and having all your details recorded. So why should an Indian or a Chinese in the U.S. be surprised if he or she is stopped for speeding by a policeman in Flagstaff and asked for a proof of residence? Not long ago I was in Italy, traveling by train from the small city of Udine, in the north, to Venice, a ride of about an hour and a half. I was sitting in a car among the usual people you find in an Italian train on a Saturday morning—families with children, old women with groceries, grubby students, and obvious non-Italians, a scattering of Asians and West Africans. And yet, when two policemen entered the car, one of them stood by the door and the other headed directly for me. I showed him my train ticket. He brushed it aside and said, “Nazionalitá?” “Americano.” “Passaporto.” And he stuck out his hand. “It’s in my hotel,” I said, in Italian. “Why do I need it?” “You’re a foreigner,” he said. Straniero is a nice word: alien, stranger, outsider. “Foreigners have to carry their passports at all times.” “Perché la persecuzione?” I said lightly. “What about the other foreigners here?” “Non fare farabutto!” he said very sharply. This is not a happy expression. It means unequivocally, “Don’t be a wise-ass.” I showed him my Hawaii driver’s license and he spent the next 10 minutes on his cellphone spelling my name and reciting aloud all the information on my license, including my unpronounceable Hawaii address, to Headquarters. My Italian friends were abashed when I told them, but they then moaned about all the Albanians, Moghrebis, Slovenians, Senegalese, Pakistanis, and others who had taken illegal residence in that part of Italy, delightful Friuli. A few might be mopping floors, making coffee, or catering to the sexual needs of Italian men, but the rest are ill-assorted, a combination of parasites, takers, layabouts, moaners, drug dealers, and hard workers. Many illegal aliens in Italy are also migrant workers, according to the season, picking grapes in Sicily, olives in Puglia, oranges in Calabria, and tomatoes in the Campania. Earlier this year thousands of farm workers from Africa rioted in Calabria, claiming they were being targeted by racists. Maybe the cop on the Venice train mistook me for a fruit-picker. Such exploited labor is common in the U.S., even at the highest levels. It is always something of a comedy when someone nominated by an American president for an important Cabinet post, invariably wealthy, invariably with a law degree, is revealed to have an illegal nanny, or housecleaner, or gardener in the household. The potential candidate (Zoe Baird, Kimba Wood, Linda Chavez, and many others) withdraws in disgrace, and you always wonder: What happened to the illegal nanny? I assume they go on working. “Our kids adore Concepcion. They’d be devastated if she was deported.” After Ireland became more prosperous, and the Irish students stopped traveling to Cape Cod for the summer to work in motels and restaurants, a new source of cheap labor was needed. Nantucketers and Vineyarders and Capies depended on Jamaicans and Brazilians to cut their grass and take care of their kids. Brazilians comprise the fastest-growing ethnic community on Cape Cod. They represent the whole social scale, from God-botherers, roofers, landscapers, and garage mechanics, to petty thieves and drug dealers. A large proportion of them are illegals, working off the books, indignant that they would ever be asked to identify themselves. Ever been to Brazil? I have. “Where are your papers, meester?” As for this Arizona law (which is understandable until the federal government takes a stand), I am delighted to be reassured that there will be no racial profiling. The illegals in Arizona are not just Hispanics. Those of you who have read Dark Star Safari, my book about traveling through Africa, might remember how, in the Sudan, I met a Sudanese man (on vacation in Khartoum from New York) who explained very carefully how he had entered the United States illegally, the best way: Go to Mexico, pay someone some money, and then hide in a fish truck or a vegetable van and hop the border. Sudanese, Nigerians, Pakistanis, Chinese, Indians, Bangladeshis, Brazilians. Illegal aliens come from all over the world to converge on the Arizona, California, and New Mexico borders. The Hispanics are right to be a little indignant, but just a little. It is much easier to sneak into the U.S. than to apply for a residence permit. My eldest son was born in Uganda, when I was resident there. He has American nationality, of course; but because he has spent most of his life traveling and working abroad, his son, my grandson, born in Britain, of an English mother, does not automatically qualify for U.S. citizenship. If I can prove that I am an American (my ancestors arrived here in 1690) then the little boy might have a chance; but it is not a slam dunk. We have filed the papers; we are into our second year of waiting. Then he might have his papers. In the meantime, take a number." Paul Theroux is a travel writer and novelist whose best known work, The Great Railway Bazaar, is a travelogue about a train trip from Britain through Europe, the Middle East, South Asia, and then back across Russia to his point of origin. In Ghost Train to the Eastern Star (2008) he retraced that trip. His latest novel is A Dead Hand: A Crime in Calcutta. |
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Arizona, Show Your Papers? So What!
"O'Donovan, PJ, Himself" wrote in news:b7b05581-4c76-
: Arizona, Show Your Papers? So What! by Paul Theroux AFP "Is asking drivers for ID in Arizona so different from cops in Italy asking train passengers for passports? Travel writer Paul Theroux on how the new law compares to other countries'. Carrying your ID while travelling is one thing. Being thrown in jail because you didn't carrying your ID while out jogging or walking your dog is another. |
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Arizona, Show Your Papers? So What!
On May 5, 4:11*am, "O'Donovan, PJ, Himself"
wrote: Arizona, Show Your Papers? So What! by Paul Theroux *AFP "Is asking drivers for ID in Arizona so different from cops in Italy asking train passengers for passports? Travel writer Paul Theroux on how the new law compares to other countries'. These people who are protesting being asked for identification by Arizona cops—have they been anywhere lately, like out of the country? Like Mexico, or Canada, or India, or Italy, or Tanzania, or Singapore, or Britain—places where people in uniforms have routinely demanded my papers? Chicago White Sox Manager Ozzie Guillen is offended (“as a Latin American”) by the Arizona law and recently claimed that all illegal immigrants are “workaholics.” Has he been back to the land of his birth lately, Venezuela, and expected not to be asked for his papers? Ozzie, tell the police in Ocumare del Tuy, “I’m a Latin American,” and see if that will end the interrogation. And spare a thought for the policeman two days ago who was gunned down in the desert by a workaholic drug dealer. The request for papers is not just a line in Casablanca. I have been hearing the question my whole traveling life. I had an Alien Registration Card in Britain and got occasional visits from the police at my home, to make sure I was behaving myself. Seventeen years in Britain as an alien: papers. Six years in Africa: “Where are your papers, bwana?” Three years in Singapo another alien identity card and immense red tape in that fussy, litigious bureaucracy. A large proportion of the Brazilians on Cape Cod are illegals, working off the books, indignant that they would ever be asked to identify themselves. Ever been to Brazil? I have. “Where are your papers, meester?” As for the U.S., it is annoying, but understandable, especially in a country with 12 million illegal immigrants using the public services. “Who are you?” is a routine question: The necessity to identify yourself to authority is something that happens every day. You present a credit card at the supermarket and they want to see your license to make sure you’re not a grafter. All over the place, renting a car, at the bank: “I’ll need to see two forms of ID.” • Peter Beinart: Fear of Immigrants In Toronto last year I had to show my passport to check into my hotel. You can’t check into any hotel in India or China or buy certain railway tickets there without showing your passport and having all your details recorded. So why should an Indian or a Chinese in the U.S. be surprised if he or she is stopped for speeding by a policeman in Flagstaff and asked for a proof of residence? Not long ago I was in Italy, traveling by train from the small city of Udine, in the north, to Venice, a ride of about an hour and a half. I was sitting in a car among the usual people you find in an Italian train on a Saturday morning—families with children, old women with groceries, grubby students, and obvious non-Italians, a scattering of Asians and West Africans. And yet, when two policemen entered the car, one of them stood by the door and the other headed directly for me. I showed him my train ticket. He brushed it aside and said, “Nazionalitá?” “Americano.” “Passaporto.” And he stuck out his hand. “It’s in my hotel,” I said, in Italian. “Why do I need it?” “You’re a foreigner,” he said. Straniero is a nice word: alien, stranger, outsider. “Foreigners have to carry their passports at all times.” “Perché la persecuzione?” I said lightly. “What about the other foreigners here?” “Non fare farabutto!” he said very sharply. This is not a happy expression. It means unequivocally, “Don’t be a wise-ass.” I showed him my Hawaii driver’s license and he spent the next 10 minutes on his cellphone spelling my name and reciting aloud all the information on my license, including my unpronounceable Hawaii address, to Headquarters. My Italian friends were abashed when I told them, but they then moaned about all the Albanians, Moghrebis, Slovenians, Senegalese, Pakistanis, and others who had taken illegal residence in that part of Italy, delightful Friuli. A few might be mopping floors, making coffee, or catering to the sexual needs of Italian men, but the rest are ill-assorted, a combination of parasites, takers, layabouts, moaners, drug dealers, and hard workers. Many illegal aliens in Italy are also migrant workers, according to the season, picking grapes in Sicily, olives in Puglia, oranges in Calabria, and tomatoes in the Campania. Earlier this year thousands of farm workers from Africa rioted in Calabria, claiming they were being targeted by racists. Maybe the cop on the Venice train mistook me for a fruit-picker. Such exploited labor is common in the U.S., even at the highest levels. It is always something of a comedy when someone nominated by an American president for an important Cabinet post, invariably wealthy, invariably with a law degree, is revealed to have an illegal nanny, or housecleaner, or gardener in the household. The potential candidate (Zoe Baird, Kimba Wood, Linda Chavez, and many others) withdraws in disgrace, and you always wonder: What happened to the illegal nanny? I assume they go on working. “Our kids adore Concepcion. They’d be devastated if she was deported.” After Ireland became more prosperous, and the Irish students stopped traveling to Cape Cod for the summer to work in motels and restaurants, a new source of cheap labor was needed. Nantucketers and Vineyarders and Capies depended on Jamaicans and Brazilians to cut their grass and take care of their kids. Brazilians comprise the fastest-growing ethnic community on Cape Cod. They represent the whole social scale, from God-botherers, roofers, landscapers, and garage mechanics, to petty thieves and drug dealers. A large proportion of them are illegals, working off the books, indignant that they would ever be asked to identify themselves. Ever been to Brazil? I have. “Where are your papers, meester?” As for this Arizona law (which is understandable until the federal government takes a stand), I am delighted to be reassured that there will be no racial profiling. The illegals in Arizona are not just Hispanics. Those of you who have read Dark Star Safari, my book about traveling through Africa, might remember how, in the Sudan, I met a Sudanese man (on vacation in Khartoum from New York) who explained very carefully how he had entered the United States illegally, the best way: Go to Mexico, pay someone some money, and then hide in a fish truck or a vegetable van and hop the border. Sudanese, Nigerians, Pakistanis, Chinese, Indians, Bangladeshis, Brazilians. Illegal aliens come from all over the world to converge on the Arizona, California, and New Mexico borders. The Hispanics are right to be a little indignant, but just a little. It is much easier to sneak into the U.S. than to apply for a residence permit. My eldest son was born in Uganda, when I was resident there. He has American nationality, of course; but because he has spent most of his life traveling and working abroad, his son, my grandson, born in Britain, of an English mother, does not automatically qualify for U.S. citizenship. If I can prove that I am an American (my ancestors arrived here in 1690) then the little boy might have a chance; but it is not a slam dunk. We have filed the papers; we are into our second year of waiting. Then he might have his papers. In the meantime, take a number." Paul Theroux is a travel writer and novelist whose best known work, The Great Railway Bazaar, is a travelogue about a train trip from Britain through Europe, the Middle East, South Asia, and then back across Russia to his point of origin. In Ghost Train to the Eastern Star (2008) he retraced that trip. His latest novel is A Dead Hand: A Crime in Calcutta. Somehow he apparently missed the "prove you are a US citizen" bit. That law requires much more than just a driver's license. "show me your papers" brings up instant memories of jack booted thugs, What comes next? Make every legal Hispanic (and don't even try to tell me that law is targeted at 'everybody) where a prominent badge of some type? Maybe get a chip implant? Harry K |
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Arizona, Show Your Papers? So What!
On 05/05/10 12:11, O'Donovan, PJ, Himself wrote:
These people who are protesting being asked for identification by Arizona cops—have they been anywhere lately, like out of the country? Like Mexico, or Canada, or India, or Italy, or Tanzania, or Singapore, or Britain—places where people in uniforms have routinely demanded my papers? People do write the silliest stuff. No-one in the UK has the right to demand to see your papers on the spot. The police have limited rights to either arrest you if they suspect a crime has been committed or to request that you produce your papers within 48 hours at a police station. In India, where I have 'right of abode', the police have the right to ask that I produce my papers within 24 hours at a police station. I have never heard of either case happening. -- William Black "Any number under six" The answer given by Englishman Richard Peeke when asked by the Duke of Medina Sidonia how many Spanish sword and buckler men he could beat single handed with a quarterstaff. |
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William Black wrote:
On 05/05/10 12:11, O'Donovan, PJ, Himself wrote: These people who are protesting being asked for identification by Arizona cops—have they been anywhere lately, like out of the country? Like Mexico, or Canada, or India, or Italy, or Tanzania, or Singapore, or Britain—places where people in uniforms have routinely demanded my papers? People do write the silliest stuff. No-one in the UK has the right to demand to see your papers on the spot. The police have limited rights to either arrest you if they suspect a crime has been committed or to request that you produce your papers within 48 hours at a police station. In India, where I have 'right of abode', the police have the right to ask that I produce my papers within 24 hours at a police station. I have never heard of either case happening. In the Netherlands the police have the right to ask for ID. They occasionally do. I think thew fine for not carrying ID is EUR60 |
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Arizona, Show Your Papers? So What!
On Wed, 5 May 2010 04:11:17 -0700 (PDT), "O'Donovan, PJ, Himself"
wrote: Arizona, Show Your Papers? So What! by Paul Theroux AFP "Is asking drivers for ID in Arizona so different from cops in Italy asking train passengers for passports? Travel writer Paul Theroux on how the new law compares to other countries'. These people who are protesting being asked for identification by Arizona cops—have they been anywhere lately, like out of the country? Like Mexico, or Canada, or India, or Italy, or Tanzania, or Singapore, or Britain—places where people in uniforms have routinely demanded my papers? Drivers should have, ipso facto, a drivers license to show, and are routinely asked for it whenever the police make a stop. Under the Arizona law, this is sufficient to show legal residency. But if it weren't for the acceptavbility of my drivers license, I would not normally have instant any proof that I am a citizen or legal resident. Nor might other people in the car. Up until now it has been something of a tradition in the US, UK and other English heritage countries that we are not required to carry ID, even though it is a commonplace in many other countries. The cery concept of a national identity card has been very controversial. Chicago White Sox Manager Ozzie Guillen is offended (“as a Latin American”) by the Arizona law and recently claimed that all illegal immigrants are “workaholics.” Has he been back to the land of his birth lately, Venezuela, and expected not to be asked for his papers? Ozzie, tell the police in Ocumare del Tuy, “I’m a Latin American,” and see if that will end the interrogation. And spare a thought for the policeman two days ago who was gunned down in the desert by a workaholic drug dealer. Gee. Too bad no one stopped and asked the drug dealer for ID. In fact, though, it is now known that the killing was part of a well-orchestrated ambush by a group of durg dealers. I seriously doubt that the new law would have had any affect on the outcome. The request for papers is not just a line in Casablanca. I have been hearing the question my whole traveling life. I had an Alien Registration Card in Britain and got occasional visits from the police at my home, to make sure I was behaving myself. Seventeen years in Britain as an alien: papers. Six years in Africa: “Where are your papers, bwana?” Three years in Singapo another alien identity card and immense red tape in that fussy, litigious bureaucracy. A large proportion of the Brazilians on Cape Cod are illegals, working off the books, indignant that they would ever be asked to identify themselves. Ever been to Brazil? I have. “Where are your papers, meester?” As for the U.S., it is annoying, but understandable, especially in a country with 12 million illegal immigrants using the public services. “Who are you?” is a routine question: The necessity to identify yourself to authority is something that happens every day. Not to me. But of course, I'm a white-haired old man of Nordic extraction. You present a credit card at the supermarket and they want to see your license to make sure you’re not a grafter. Nonsense. I just run my credit card through the slot on the card reader. No one asks to see it nor any ID. My main supermarket is in the very Mexican part of Tucson and it filled with Latino shoppers. None of htem have to show ID to scan a credit card. All over the place, renting a car, at the bank: “I’ll need to see two forms of ID.” I douubt if many border crossers are renting cars. [...] As for this Arizona law (which is understandable until the federal government takes a stand), I am delighted to be reassured that there will be no racial profiling. The illegals in Arizona are not just Hispanics. Those of you who have read Dark Star Safari, my book about traveling through Africa, might remember how, in the Sudan, I met a Sudanese man (on vacation in Khartoum from New York) who explained very carefully how he had entered the United States illegally, the best way: Go to Mexico, pay someone some money, and then hide in a fish truck or a vegetable van and hop the border. Sudanese, Nigerians, Pakistanis, Chinese, Indians, Bangladeshis, Brazilians. Illegal aliens come from all over the world to converge on the Arizona, California, and New Mexico borders. The Hispanics are right to be a little indignant, but just a little. It is much easier to sneak into the U.S. than to apply for a residence permit. All that means is that better controls are required AT the border. As to racial profiling sure the law says "no-no". But all the cop needs is a suspicion of any sort to as for ID. And everyone here knows who is going to look suspicious. And it sure ain't going to be me. This is one of those things that everyone looks innocent when asked if they believe in racial profiling (noodge noodge), but they know it's the Mexicans and those of Mexican extraction who are going to be stopped all the time. tMy eldest son was born in Uganda, when I was resident there. He has American nationality, of course; but because he has spent most of his life traveling and working abroad, his son, my grandson, born in Britain, of an English mother, does not automatically qualify for U.S. citizenship. If I can prove that I am an American (my ancestors arrived here in 1690) then the little boy might have a chance; but it is not a slam dunk. We have filed the papers; we are into our second year of waiting. Then he might have his papers. In the meantime, take a number." Paul Theroux is a travel writer and novelist whose best known work, The Great Railway Bazaar, is a travelogue about a train trip from Britain through Europe, the Middle East, South Asia, and then back across Russia to his point of origin. In Ghost Train to the Eastern Star (2008) he retraced that trip. His latest novel is A Dead Hand: A Crime in Calcutta. The problem here in Arizona is that many Mexican families here became citizens at the time of the Gadsden Purchase but their descendants are still going to be stopped for DWH (driving while hispanic). "Sorry to stop you, sir, but did you know your taillight doesn't seem to be working? And, by the way, show me some proof of citizenship. Oh, New Mexico drivers license? Sorry sir but we don't accept that in Arizona. Please step out of the car..." -- ************* DAVE HATUNEN ) ************* * Tucson Arizona, out where the cacti grow * * My typos & mispellings are intentional copyright traps * |
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On Wed, 5 May 2010 07:08:22 -0700 (PDT), harry k
wrote: Somehow he apparently missed the "prove you are a US citizen" bit. That law requires much more than just a driver's license. Not the Arizona law. An Arizona drivers license is acceptable. And even non-citizen legal immigrants can get an Arizona drivers license. -- ************* DAVE HATUNEN ) ************* * Tucson Arizona, out where the cacti grow * * My typos & mispellings are intentional copyright traps * |
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On May 5, 12:32*pm, Hatunen wrote:
On Wed, 5 May 2010 07:08:22 -0700 (PDT), harry k wrote: Somehow he apparently missed the "prove you are a US citizen" bit. That law requires much more than just a driver's license. Not the Arizona law. An Arizona drivers license is acceptable. And even non-citizen legal immigrants can get an Arizona drivers license. Agreed. Problem solved. |
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On Wed, 5 May 2010 09:38:04 -0700 (PDT), Mike
wrote: On May 5, 12:32*pm, Hatunen wrote: On Wed, 5 May 2010 07:08:22 -0700 (PDT), harry k wrote: Somehow he apparently missed the "prove you are a US citizen" bit. That law requires much more than just a driver's license. Not the Arizona law. An Arizona drivers license is acceptable. And even non-citizen legal immigrants can get an Arizona drivers license. Agreed. Problem solved. A lot of people don't have drivers licenses at all... -- ************* DAVE HATUNEN ) ************* * Tucson Arizona, out where the cacti grow * * My typos & mispellings are intentional copyright traps * |
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Arizona, Show Your Papers? So What!
On 5/05/10 18:38, in article
, "Mike" wrote: Not the Arizona law. An Arizona drivers license is acceptable. And even non-citizen legal immigrants can get an Arizona drivers license. Agreed. Problem solved. especially since they are easy to forge. http://www.espionage-store.com/fakeidletter.html or How You Can Get A Complete Fake ID & Identity Fast and Easy! perhaps a scam since payment, with a credit card, exposes you to a rip off with an unknown outfit. |
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