The more one participates on forums, the more one realises that there are certain topics which become larger and more unwieldy as they progress.
The title "Immigration Crisis or Economic Opportunity" itself, in this particular case, is a very
large subject which is fracturing into several sub-plots over the course of pages. Those sub-plots have sub-plots, and after a while one comes to the thought that even Tolstoy might not have been able to contain them within the confines of a single novel.
Is this argument a moral one, or an economic one? More to the point, with regard to the OP, has caring about
other people become more important and morally correct than simply caring about people?
Hard to know where to begin with this one, preamble aside. Spent a fair amount of time lost in thought not unlike the swirl of smoke from the cigarette I'm currently holding, and those thoughts don't preclude wondering whether or not I should, or even
can, say the things I'd like to.
So I'll begin here:
"The image of the Syrian child's lifeless body washed up on the shores of a Turkish beach brought the world to its knees. His name was Aylan Kurdi, and he was just three years old."
https://www.getup.org.au/campaigns/...t-the-dark-australia-says-welcome-to-refugees
Powerful stuff, isn't it, the emotional appeal. A light in the dark for Aylan. Let's all gather and light candles.
And
Let the Right one in. Almost obligatory pop-culture movie reference.
There has to be a point at which the defence of a moral ideal becomes as suicidal as a Japanese Banzai charge.
Or, as Frederick the Great once put it,
"He who defends everything, defends nothing".
Our own moral standards have reached that point at which saying something along those lines is fast becoming impossible. A trap of our own making.
And yes. I do understand further argument is going to come about the extent to which we're throwing away our own lives upon an ideal, or perhaps those of our descendants, and how I might be perceived as being overly dramatic.
However, in the face of images of a dead child on a beach being presented as evidence of our own moral culpability:
I might stop, I might pause, and I might mourn, as much as I am able to for a stranger; but upon that image becoming little more than a picture in a newspaper represented as the human face of tragedy, I will also say to myself "There.
There is the death of reason".
Sometimes, I wonder who Billy really is.
Anyone can claim Billy as their own. And I wonder, too, if Merkel wasn't just sending a letter to all Germans, and how often is it just being thrown away.
The marchin' band came down along main street
The soldier blues fell in behind
I looked across and there I saw Billy
Waiting to go and join the line
And with her head upon his shoulder
His young and lovely fiancee
From where I stood I saw she was cryin'
And through her tears I heard her say
Billy don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life
Billy don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife
And as Billy started to go, she said keep your pretty head low
Billy don't be a hero, come back to me
The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside
The battle ragin' all around
The sergeant cried, we've gotta hang on boys
We've gotta hold this piece of ground
I need a volunteer to ride out
And bring us back some extra men
And Billy's hand was up in a moment
Forgettin' all the words she said, she said
Billy don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life
Billy don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife
And as Billy started to go, she said keep your pretty head low
Billy don't be a hero, come back to me
I heard his fiancee got a letter
That told how Billy died that day
The letter said he was a hero
She should be proud he died that way
I heard she threw the letter away
Paper Lace - 1974.