Dear young ones,
For years
I've seen them come
over our borders,
like dirty water
over a dam
and they even don't try to fit in.
They have their strange language
their awful food,
and they don't seem afraid
of our laws.
One of them even made
improper sexual advances
on your aunt,
my wife.
They come over here
and use our resources,
the ones your father,
and my father,
and my father's father,
built
and they squander them,
but they don't care
they just want a better life for
themselves.
I want to tell them
to go back where they came from,
but I know that is not right
because this world belongs
to everyone.
So, let us open our land
and ourselves to them.
Perhaps all these things
that worry me
will not come to pass.
Do not fear the white man,
he will not hurt us.
your loving uncle,
Ignacio
February 1, 1848
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