Legal immigrant to America, Mark Steyn weighs in on the immigration “issue.” Issue in the pathology meaning of the word, that is.
I forget where I was when I first heard the phrase “undocumented worker.” Possibly it was after swimming the Rio Grande and emerging dripping on the northern shore to be handed a fake Social Security number and a driver’s license. But I assumed, reasonably enough, that this linguistic sleight of hand was simply too ridiculous to fly even with the American media. I underestimated my colleagues, alas.
The “undocumented” are, as it happens, brimming with sufficient documents to open bank accounts or, on the other hand, rent a Ryder truck, as Mohammad Salameh did in 1993 when he and his pals bombed the World Trade Center first time round. Being “undocumented” means being documented up to the hilt as far as everyone else is concerned but “undocumented” only to the US government. Which, when you think about it, is a very advantageous status to have.