When I saw a tweet come through indicating that Maricopa County Sheriff Joe Arpaio would be speaking at the Republican convention I just shook my head. This comes on the heels of Missouri’s Republican Representative Todd Akins’ offensive comments about “legitimate rape.”

What would possess you to invite Sheriff Joe to speak at the Republican convention? Especially knowing he’s currently a lightning rod for civil rights lawsuits and fed intervention. Keep in mind that there are serious allegations of racial profiling against Arpaio and MCSO. Is this how the GOP attracts minorities to the party?

So what kind of message is the Republican party trying to send? Are they banking on voters having so much pent up anger and hatred for President Obama that they can openly attack minorities, women, children, the elderly, the poor, even the middle class. They’ve bet it all on a platform of fear and racism. They have actually convinced many blue collar workers to go against what’s best for them. They use code words and phrases like “the welfare president”, “socialist”, “European style governing”, “the Kenyan”, and the most common phrase, “I want my America back.”

As the rhetoric ramps up and only a week away from the Republican convention and 78 days from the 2012 elections, one can only wonder what it is that Republicans expect they will accomplish by ramping up the attack on the middle class and women.

The list of speakers for the Republican convention to be held in Tampa Florida is replete with Republicans who have led the attack against the American public. Chris Christie the New Jersey Governor insults voters and Republicans cheer, he calls reporters idiots and describes them as stupid and it instantly becomes fodder for the conservatives, Pam Bondi the Florida Attorney General is hell bent on voter suppression and has been working diligently with another speaker Florida Governor Rick Scott to maintain a secret voter purge list, ex Florida Governor Jeb Bush famous for having supervised the theft of an election in 2000, Rafael Cruz the Cuban-American Tea Party backed extremist who thinks George Soros has a secret agenda to rid us of golf courses, you might know him by “Ted” Cruz, Arthur Genestre Davis, the African American ex “Democratic” congressman from Alabama and former Democratic gubernatorial candidate for Governor in the 2010 elections who has sold out to the republican party and changed party affiliation, yet another token for the party of white old men, Mary Fallin Governor of Oklahoma who led the attack against the poor and while running for Governor said “I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been offered a job by a poor person”, Puerto Rico’s governor Luis Fortuño who in 2008 stumped for John McCain and did a bang up job of trashing candidate Obama to the Latino community, stating, “Obama needs to go away for 10-15 years and then come back and try for the presidency”, Nimrata Randhawa Haley, many of you know her as Nikki Haley the Governor of South Carolina, daughter of Sikh immigrants and well known for her offensive SB20 immigration bill that has an actual police force that can easily be compared to the gestapo, designed to hunt down undocumented immigrants while wearing special uniforms and special emblems on their cars, Mike Huckabee the former governor of Arkansas and radio talk show host who today allowed Todd Akin on his show to grovel and beg forgiveness for his offensive comments about women and rape, Huckabee is well known for his offensive comments as well, John Kasich the Governor of Ohio who has most recently been a surrogate for Romney and who during a speech before some Republicans in 2009 talked about the need to “break the back of organized labor in the schools”, Susana Martinez the sitting Governor of New Mexico who is as anti-Immigrant as they come and who ran on a platform of taking away the drivers licenses of undocumented Immigrants in her state. Martinez also complained about the U.S. born children of undocumented Immigrants and later admitted that her Grandfather entered the U.S. illegally, Rand Paul the Senator from Kentucky who unequivocally stated that he was not in agreement with certain provisions within the 1964 Civil Rights Act.

The list continues to grow! One thing you can be assured of, whomever is added to the list will excite the Republican base. The Republicans have hand selected these speakers to represent the equivalence to a bowl of granola, “fruits, nuts & flakes.”

This is your modern day Republican party folks. A hybrid between, a racist, xenophobe, nativist, nationalist and gun toting, woman hating, immigrant detesting, wealthy loving, hypocritically fiscal conservative U.S. born Anglo, sprinkled in with a few colored folk to deter any notion of what they stand for.

Every time I see a Republican I’m reminded of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s quote. As soon as they start with their rhetoric, I say, “please, no need to open your mouth,” “who you are speaks so loudly I can’t hear what you’re saying.”

The Republican Convention Platform

Carlos E. Galindo is a radio talk show host & political analyst conducting radio shows in both English and Spanish on four radio stations in Arizona. Mr. Galindo is a weekly contributor to KPFK 98.7 FM Los Angeles and W60 AM Radio, Los Angeles, San Diego and has appeared on CNN, Univision and Telemundo as a political analyst. Mr. Galindo is also an Op-Ed columnist on Prensa Hispana and the Tucson Citizen in Arizona. Carlos Galindo is President and founder of the Immigrant Advocacy Foundation, Inc.

http://www.carlosgalindo.com

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It was in a bus like this that I was driven in to an all-white school after being plucked out of my normal school. I don’t know if my Mother received a letter from the district or not. She spoke little English and worked long hours cleaning houses for the wealthy ranchers. I remember being scared. There were only a handful of us being driven to another city approximately 10 miles away. All we were told was, “you kids are going to another school.” I had no idea what desegregation was or what its implications would be on my life. As we arrived I saw a sea of white faces. They were young like me, I didn’t immediately fear them, but the parents who were dropping them off looked at me as if I was different. They were angry, they mumbled under their breath and other parents spoke to each other in hushed tones as they pointed at us.

As we were led into the principal’s office we were met by a short statured man with a balding head and glasses. He frowned as he looked us over, I don’t remember his exact words to be honest with you. I do remember his look of disapproval. We didn’t know it at the time, but we were everything they detested. They had tried so hard to maintain an all-white school, an environment that was what they considered healthy and would permit the white children in the school to go through life without being tainted by these children of color. Their contact with people like me was traditionally limited to seeing me at the store or the public library where we sat in a different section. Nobody told me I had to sit there. It was just the way things were done. I also remember having contact with these white children when my Mother cleaned their houses. Sometimes she would bring me along to throw the trash out and help pick up the kids toys. They spoke very little to me other than to show me their latest toys, and then they would then run off to play while I returned to helping mom with her duties as a housekeeper.

The classroom environment was horrendous. We could never quite reach the same grades as my classmates. No matter how much my sister, who by then had entered Stanford University on a scholarship told me that my letter formation was perfect and that my school work was excellent, the teacher just didn’t seem to see me on the same level as the other students. I remember it as if it was yesterday. I was nine years old and wore glasses. I requested the most coveted position in the school. I wanted to do a week stint as a crossing guard. When my turn came around, I was passed over. I didn’t understand it. It was beyond reason. I had done everything I was supposed to do. The teacher couldn’t explain it to me either.

One day as I was sitting in class, a young white boy turned to talk to me; he wanted answers for the test we were taking. I refused to talk to him, I ignored him, and he made such a raucous that the teacher singled me out and said that I had been talking and asked me to turn my desk facing the back of the room. We minorities already occupied the back row of the classroom. I was kept that way for months.

On a spring break from Stanford my sister visited our home and she asked me how things were going at school. I shared my dilemma with her. I had to twist my body half way around during the entire day to look at the chalk board as the teacher taught. She asked me how long I had been that way. I told her it had been since the beginning of the school year. She was furious. She turned to my mother and said “tomorrow we are going to the school to set this thing straight.” I could hardly sleep that night. I didn’t know what would happen, what type of retribution I would receive for having been a whistle blower.

If you recall back then, they didn’t have the intercom system in elementary schools and the principal would walk the parents to the classroom. When my sister and my mother arrived and told the principal what had been going on, he tried to deny them access to the classroom to see me. My sister by now had been exposed to a different environment at Stanford and was keenly aware of civil rights and was as you could probably imagine quite an intelligent young woman. She demanded they be taken to my classroom. Upon entering the classroom they observed my desk as it had been for months, facing away from the front of the classroom. The principal promptly announced to the teacher that the folks with him were Carlos’ mother and sister. The teacher, I remember her name to this day, Mrs. Cecil, said, “Carlos, honey, for Gods’ sake turn your desk around, you can’t see what’s going on that way.” Those words are like indelible ink tattooed in my memory. I was allowed to go home early that day, or perhaps it was my sister and my mother that insisted I go with them after observing the abuse.

Recess wasn’t any better. I don’t blame the kids for calling me filthy names like “dirty Mexican”, “wetback”, “beaner”, or for making fun of the way I was dressed with clothes from the second hand store or hand me down worn out tennis shoes that the ranchers would give my mother after their kids were done with them or had outgrown them. The name calling and the hatred was simply learned behavior. This is what they heard over dinner from mom and dad or when friends came over. The system itself facilitated the demeaning and degrading of minorities. It had been that way for hundreds of years.

This nightmare scenario was repeated when I was bussed to another all white school in another part of the city when I was eleven years old. I suppose they figured I was a seasoned “desegregator”, if you’ll permit me to take the liberty to invent a new word. As part of the front line of desegregation I suppose it’s apropos to create a word that long ago should have been created to describe these brown and black children that were tossed into a sea of white children and forced to weather the racial elements.

I wonder how many of my “bussed” classmates have ever taken the time to write down just a few of their thoughts regarding their experiences as part of the tip of desegregation. I wonder what has become of these brown children who were subjected to such harsh treatment by their peers and educators. Have they withheld it as something too painful to bring up, have they ever shared it with their children, or were they too ashamed to talk about it?

For those of you who have ever wondered what it is that drives me to defend the rights of the underprivileged, I hope this gives you an insight as to just a small portion of the pain and suffering I endured as a Mexican Immigrant living in the United States, and somewhat explains my motivation in seeking justice for the oppressed.

I love this country. I certainly don’t blame all whites for what some have done to me, and for what some continue to do to me, even 43 years after my desegregation experiences.

The Desegregation Bus

Carlos E. Galindo is a radio talk show host & political analyst conducting radio shows in both English and Spanish on four radio stations in Arizona. Mr. Galindo is a weekly contributor to KPFK 98.7 FM Los Angeles and W60 AM Radio, Los Angeles, San Diego and has appeared on CNN, Univision and Telemundo as a political analyst. Mr. Galindo is also an Op-Ed columnist on Prensa Hispana and the Tucson Citizen in Arizona. Carlos Galindo is President and founder of the Immigrant Advocacy Foundation, Inc.

http://www.carlosgalindo.com

It is our people (I say that as an Immigrant that has worked the agricultural fields of this country), that work these jobs that require great risk for low pay. It’s the work displayed in this video that allows golf course members to enjoy the beauty of the grounds that surround them as they seek to place that little ball in that hole in the ground while they down their beers and sip their wine oblivious to the work that was done by an army of immigrants at the break of dawn.

Yet, many in the U.S. continue hell bent on removing us, or eradicating us, as you would a cockroach that has infested your cupboards. Yet, it’s us, the immigrant labor, that fills those cupboards with our backbreaking work as white employers hire us conscious of our lack of legal status.

Frankly, we are the bottom card in a house of cards, as you attempt to remove us, the house of cards will fall. We are the infrastructure of these, the United States. It’s amazing to watch the racist, xenophobe, white supremacist, or the so called conservative, attempt to remove us, completely oblivious to the fact that they are harming themselves in the process. All based on their ignorance, hatred and hypocrisy.

This country was built on immigrants, no one has defined it as “legal” immigrants. The reason that it’s never quite been defined as legal immigrants, is because we’ve never worried about checking the legal status of the immigrant, as long as they are willing to work in our fields, clean our toilets, empty our septic tanks, mow our lawns, cook our food and wipe our kids butts.

Carlos E. Galindo is a radio talk show host & political analyst conducting radio shows in both English and Spanish on four radio stations in Arizona. Mr. Galindo is a weekly contributor to KPFK 98.7 FM Los Angeles and W60 AM Radio, Los Angeles, San Diego and has appeared on CNN, Univision and Telemundo as a political analyst. Mr. Galindo is also an Op-Ed columnist on Prensa Hispana and the Tucson Citizen in Arizona. Carlos Galindo is President and founder of the Immigrant Advocacy Foundation, Inc.

http://www.carlosgalindo.com