Late-night cornerstore conversation
Tuesday, May 31st, 2005
I went to my favorite cornerstore to get some water and bumped into my favorite sandwich-shop operator, a friendly but serious man from North Africa. He recently returned from a visit to his old country and naturally our conversation quickly headed in that direction.
“Food is cheap in America,” he exclaimed. In [that old country], it’s expensive. Two liters of Coke costs $2, and people only only make $300 or $400 a month. The economy there is in crisis. It is like…you know, 1929, really bad!”
“Like the Depression?”
“Yes, like that, food is really expensive and people don’t have much money. The economy is sick. It’s sick!”
He continued: “I had planned, work three years from now, three years from here, then go back and start something, but being there, I am depressed, I can’t go back. There is nothing there.”
I asked why he thinks the economy is so bad there. One by one his explanations came out: Lack of education, too many children. The government.
“Is there a lot of corruption there?”
He frowned. “Everything. Everywhere.”
I suppose many immigrants come here hoping to build up a small fortune - by old country standards - and then go back. I imagine it must be really tough to actually do it, to go back to the place you come from and immediately run smack into all those things that made leave to begin with: The backwardness. The corruption. The bureaucrats and connected people who lord it over the less fortunate. Taken altogether: The hopelessness.
Personally, I have no interest in going back, and my Old Country isn’t even that bad. This Republic is a wonderful creation, a miracle almost.
I can’t give enough thanks to all those who have served America to keep it free, and who have brought freedom to so much of the rest of world while doing it.
God bless you.
Thank you.
I went to my favorite cornerstore to get some water and bumped into my favorite sandwich-shop operator, a friendly but serious man from North Africa. He recently returned from a visit to his old country and naturally our conversation quickly headed in that direction.
“Food is cheap in America,” he exclaimed. In [that old country], it’s expensive. Two liters of Coke costs $2, and people only only make $300 or $400 a month. The economy there is in crisis. It is like…you know, 1929, really bad!”
“Like the Depression?”
“Yes, like that, food is really expensive and people don’t have much money. The economy is sick. It’s sick!”
He continued: “I had planned, work three years from now, three years from here, then go back and start something, but being there, I am depressed, I can’t go back. There is nothing there.”
I asked why he thinks the economy is so bad there. One by one his explanations came out: Lack of education, too many children. The government.
“Is there a lot of corruption there?”
He frowned. “Everything. Everywhere.”
I suppose many immigrants come here hoping to build up a small fortune - by old country standards - and then go back. I imagine it must be really tough to actually do it, to go back to the place you come from and immediately run smack into all those things that made leave to begin with: The backwardness. The corruption. The bureaucrats and connected people who lord it over the less fortunate. Taken altogether: The hopelessness.
Personally, I have no interest in going back, and my Old Country isn’t even that bad. This Republic is a wonderful creation, a miracle almost.
I can’t give enough thanks to all those who have served America to keep it free, and who have brought freedom to so much of the rest of world while doing it.
God bless you.
Thank you.

