BOLOGNA WANTS AND DESERVES JUSTICE
PART 1 of 2
July 26, 2008
Danielle Bologna sat before rolling cameras and wept. I sat watching her, in agony on my television, and wept with her, one wife and mother for another.
There is a love unlike any other. It can be neither defined nor contained and it is indestructible.
It begins with the magnificent shock of feeling, for the first time, a little life rolling around in your belly, kicking and letting you know, you are no longer the priority in your own life. It is the heart wrenching pull you feel when your little one scrapes a knee and a magic kiss makes it somehow better. It is the searing pain of watching a little one’s pride injured when picked last on the baseball field. It is the pride of hanging a crayon-scribbled picture of stick people, identifiable only to those little hands that drew it and the mom who loves him. It is the unparalleled emotion which rises up watching a little one take those first steps, or sing in the kindergarten Christmas show, or escort a cute girl to the prom. It is the searing mix of pain and pride as we watch a hopeful young adult we have loved and protected and nurtured through illness and lost teddy bears, nightmares and spelling bees, ear-aches and broken bones, one day drive away to college, breaking our hearts and making us wish it were 17 years earlier. It is the force that propels us, exhausted, out of bed at 2am for bottle feedings, night after night, by hungry insistent cries and the force that keeps us waiting by the door at 2am when a teenager returns home beyond curfew. And when that door finally opens, all frustration and anger is melted away by sheer relief and thankfulness. This unexplainable force can drive us to our knees in surrender when the unimaginable occurs and that little life, that heart of your heart, that reason for your existence is extinguished in an untimely, unfair, unjust, unthinkable and ungodly way.
That love is a mother’s love. And it is unequalled. It is not exclusive to the rich, the beautiful, the intelligent, or the gifted. It is a common bond that all mothers, through all of time and from all places in the realm of humanity have known. This does not denigrate a father’s love. But I, as a woman and a mother, can only speak to that which I know. I hope a father will write an article from his perspective. I would love to read it.
Danielle is a mother. I am a mother. Many of you are mothers. To those who are not mothers, I imagine you can relate because most of you have been loved by a mother. I am speaking to all of you, my American brothers and sisters. I implore you, wake up.
I wanted to wrap my arms around Danielle and offer some measure of comfort to her even though there is no comfort for her pain. Life as she has known it, her normal, is over. Her dream wrenched from her. Her hopes dashed. Her desires destroyed. Her potential future forever changed, unknown. Her home once filled with laughter and love, now silent and empty.
Danielle Bologna and her loved ones are victims of the policies of a Sanctuary City, San Francisco, California.
Returning home from a day out, her husband and sons made the mistake of being in the wrong place (a San Francisco intersection on a public street) at the wrong time. They were gunned down, in the streets of their city, in a senseless act of violence, by an illegal criminal, with a past record, who should have been reported, convicted, jailed and then deported, but wasn’t.
American dream has met a tragic ending. My heart aches for her. She
is not some stranger. She is us. She is all of us. She is our mother,
our sister, or daughter, or our friend. Where are the highly funded
groups calling for justice for her loss? Where are the marches in the
streets? Where is the righteous indignation? Where are the letters to
the editor, the calls to talk radio, the town hall meetings or the congressional
hearings? Where are the humanitarian organizations?
I guess in the New America, some people and problems are more equal than others.
Danielle said “If my family wasn’t safe, what makes you think yours will be?”
Yes, exactly so. I am so terribly sorry for the loss and grief that Danielle has had thrust upon her and her loved ones and I wouldn’t wish such devastation upon anyone, ever. But, if nothing else, it would honor her to heed her words. Take them to heart, appreciate the message she brought to us by publically speaking out despite her grief and pain. Can we ignore pleas?
She also said “I feel like, I thought I did everything right as a citizen. I am a catholic, I raised four beautiful children, and for something like this senseless to happen to my family is totally unacceptable, totally.”
I could not agree with her more. It is criminal, unjustifiable, disgraceful and shameful.
She continues “I never thought in a million years that I would sitting here talking to you nor having to bury three beautiful loved ones.”
How many more victims of criminal illegal aliens in this nation must utter these words before the rest of us start to understand how precarious our situation is? There, but for the grace of God, go you and I. But for how long? The statistics show crimes against American citizens by criminal illegal aliens has been happening and will continue to happen. Are you willing to trust the laws of averages to keep your loved ones safe?
Deep down inside, we all believe that bad things can never happen to us or our loved ones. We raise our families, work hard, educate ourselves, pay our taxes and every four years we play-act at civil responsibility by voting, and we think we have done all that we could. I am challenging the mothers of America to dig deeper. No one can love like a mother and no one can fight to protect their young and vulnerable like a mother. It is long past time that we become the loud and obnoxious balance to the special interest groups lobbying our congress and local government. We have to speak up! We have to become a thorn in the side of government. We cannot let them forget us. We cannot afford to hope someone else will solve the problem. This is our problem, yours and mine.
And it is long past time that we make ourselves known as a force to be reckoned with.
Do you really think the players at La Raza and all of the other ethnocentric special interest groups could stand and be heard over the shouts of the women of America with our voices raised in outrage? Who could ignore us if we spoke out and demanded our borders be secured and our streets returned to the citizens of this nation? We are a sleeping giant. It is time we become a ground shaking roaring giant.
Senators McCain and Obama, both spoke before La Raza and NALEO and their pandering was reprehensible. Neither of them deserves to lead this nation if they will not acknowledge the jeopardy our citizens face due to open borders and our lax immigration policies.
I want my country back. I want the security of my streets once more. I want government, both local and federal, accountable to me, the citizen taxpayer.
I want criminal illegal aliens arrested, tried, jailed, and then deported. I want legislators who have the best interest of my family as their first priority. Judging by the massive amounts of emails I receive from disgusted citizens crying for change, I know most of you want it too. We must set aside the insignificant things that can wait and become the mothers we were meant to be, protecting our children by standing up and being counted. Our children are relying on us.
In all of nature, nothing can stand between a mother and her offspring without suffering the consequences of this breach. This is especially true of human mothers.
Edwin Ramos, from El Salvador, here illegally, a suspected gang member with MS-13, is accused in this crime, was convicted as a juvenile of gang assault and attempted robbery of a pregnant woman but the feds were not alerted after those two arrests because of the sanctuary city policy. Ramos was again arrested this past march on gun charges. This time, the feds were told but decided not to put him on immigration hold to await deportation. Why?
There are reasons for the insane policies of this and former administrations. Please read and inform yourselves so that you might be more effective in fighting back against these dangerous programs.
If you will take the time to read some of my past work at NewsWithViews.com you will see that I have been exposing the plan for our nation and it will open your eyes to the forces that gather against the citizens of this country. There is a reason we suffer without comfort.
Since I became an activist I have learned so much that I could have never imagined. I now know how veiled my eyes were and I have found that is the case for so many Americans. One of the statements of Danielle’s that really hit me was so simple and yet so heavy with meaning.
She said “It was a normal day.”
Yes, it was a normal day. Just a normal day in America. Our new normal.
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Because the truth is, America is no longer what it was for so long. It isn’t the great melting pot. It isn’t a place where only humble immigrants come to embrace being American citizens. It isn’t even a place where the good of the citizens is the first priority of the government. That was a land of the old normal. For part two click below.
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