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claralistensprechen3rd@friendica.myportal.social
Clara Listensprechen

Since when were liberals exclusively in charge of zoning anywhere, hm? Wot rot.
Dems have a different immigration problem and Talib is their voice, so they'd best think it over 4 or 5 times before badmouthing her. When you take in refugee immigrants from the Middle East and they're here long enough to become naturalized citizens, they're gonna care how you bend your knee to AIPAC.

â™Č Bennett - 2024-02-21 03:09:53 GMT

Draining the (housing) pool:"many Democrats are making the politics of immigration more toxic without any help from Trump’s GOP: By suppressing housing construction through restrictive zoning laws... If liberals want their country to be more welcoming of immigrants, they need to make their cities’ housing stock more accommodating of newcomers."

https://www.vox.com/24074353/immigration-housing-zoning-canada-biden-trump

#housing #immigration #USpol

Bennett (@bennett@assemblag.es)

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kennychaffin@diasp.org
Kenny Chaffin

ELEGY FOR TÍO LAZARO
by Isabella DeSendi

Because he was already dying, he figured
there was no harm in huffing through 2 or 3 cigarettes

in the early morning before my mother would wake—
the animal of his thin, brown body lassoed

to an oxygen tank. Because he didn’t have papers
we had to drive two hours to retrieve the tank

from a discount store in Ocala
where my mom had to pay

out of pocket for air that would be filtered
from a rocket-ship shaped canister

into a tiny tube three times the size of a vein
directly into the soggy, plastic bags of my tio’s

stalling lungs just so he could drink cafecitos
& play crossword puzzles or the lottery

while we sat around in the kitchen
wondering how long we could keep him alive.

My mom was elbow deep in dishwater
when the letter came

denying our appeal for his citizenship.
No, he could not get Medicare.

Yes, he would have to go back after living
50 years in this country. This country,

where, at 20, he learned to fix engines
in chop shops and likened himself

to a surgeon—saying any man with purpose could fix
any broken thing if he simply tried hard enough.

Entiendes sobrina? It’s why God gave us hands.
Sometimes, I like to imagine him in the garage

surrounded by brutal heat and moonlight,
the broken chair under him barely keeping

itself together while he held metal chunks
in his hands like a heart, wondering where

it all went wrong, believing enough screws
could put it all back. Of course, this was after he fell

in love with a woman in Kentucky,
dreamt of being a local politician

and with that same American sense of disillusion,
grandeur—discovered heroin: the god he’d worship

until he felt nothingness, & after nothingness
the dull edge of sobriety, the death of his American wife

which meant the death of food stamps, which meant the death
of a life that allowed him to lay on the roof of his car

while he smoked Marlboros and recited constellations:
Andromeda, Aquilus, Ursa major, Ursa minor

which made him feel just as smart as the white men
he swept for. Aren’t our lives just simple constellations

made up of many deaths? Yes, someone in an office
in a building in this country decided no, he could not

get medical care. No, he could not stay.
Two nights later, Lazaro woke from a dream

screaming aliens were coming to get him.
That their ship was hovering over the house.

The light so bright he couldn’t see my mom’s hands
as she helped him back to bed. The next night he died.

Milky Way: one answer on yesterday’s crossword puzzle.
You can’t tell me the dying don’t know

when their time is coming.
The tip of the letter, still sticking out

of my mom’s black purse like a cigarette
already flickering gone.

—from Rattle #82, Winter 2023
Rattle Poetry Prize Finalist

Isabella DeSendi: “I wrote this poem after telling two of my poet friends the story of my tio’s death, including his vision of being abducted by aliens just days after we’d received the news about his deportation. My mom was still trying to figure out how to fight the government’s decision, how to break the news. My friends and I were huddled in a small circle during the intermission of a reading when I decided to share the story with them. One friend, Cat, turned to me and said, ‘Bella, this is a poem.’ She was right. This piece is an elegy for my tio, but it’s also a lamentation for immigrants in this country—and ultimately a song of praise for my mother, whose strength, generosity, and capacity for enduring I am constantly in awe of.”

https://www.rattle.com/elegy-for-tio-lazaro-by-isabella-desendi/

#poem #poetry #literature #immigration

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mlansbury@despora.de
Mark Lansbury

Alarm sounded over 'prison-like' conditions in UK #immigration centres

A new report has urged UK authorities to make a raft of improvements inside immigrant detention centres, including detention conditions and staffing issues.

That's according to a new report by the European Committee for the Prevention of #Torture (CPT) released on Thursday.

During a visit to the country between March and April 2023, it flagged up several issues surrounding the uncertainty of how long migrants will be detained, "prison-like" conditions in centres and the treatment of those displaying symptoms of mental illness.

The UK government blasted the report, saying it did not "recognise much" of its content.

https://www.euronews.com/2024/02/08/alarm-sounded-over-prison-like-conditions-in-uk-immigration-centres

#ToryLies #ToryScum #ToryDictatorship #NastyParty #HumanRights #DystopianBritain #Britain #UK

Alarm sounded over 'prison-like' UK immigration centres

A new report has urged UK authorities to make a raft of improvements inside immigrant detention centres, including detention conditions and staffing issues.

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