They came for the Venezuelans, and I am not a Venezuelan.
They came for the Cubans, and I am not a Cuban.
They came for the Colombians, and I am not a Colombian.
They came for the employees of a chicken processing plant, and I don’t work at a chicken processing plant.
They came for the illegal, violent criminals, but then they ran out of them, so they came for mothers bringing their child to immigration hearings, and I am neither of those.
Then, they came for all the other brown people, but I am not a brown person, while opening the door for the Afrikaners, but I never took a piece of land that was legally someone else’s.
They came for a judge protecting her courtroom, but I am not a judge.
They came for a congresswoman inspecting a prison, but I am not a congresswoman.
They came for the owners of a television network, but I don’t own a television network.
They came for a former president of the united states to be tried in a public military tribunal (since these do not have follow the normal rules of evidence), but I have never been a president of the united states.
They came for the journalists covering that trial, because they were told not to say it that way, but I was not covering that trial.
Then, they came for journalists whose health insurance is Medicare and who used to receive Social Security (pre-DOGE), and there was no one left to stand for me.
Hello, Scotland, I am back where I came from. And, it is nice here. But I am still, at my core, an American.
Contact Vic MacDonald at 864-833-1900. This column is presented with respect to and acknowledgment of Martin Niemoller.
