Explaining Things to My Guatemalan Neighbor

I HAVE A FRIEND who lives across the street from me who is from Guatemala. He came here several years ago, and is a naturalized citizen, legal papers and all. I mention this only to assuage the rising anger of conservative evangelical Trump supporting Christians, who seem inclined to "welcome the stranger" only if the stranger is a person of light skin pigmentation from Norway, which is apparently Donald J. Trump's favorite foreign country. Never mind that most of the western half of the United States rightfully belongs to Mexico, from which it was stolen in 1846, the first of America's blatantly trumped up wars of aggression for the sake of territorial expansion, but certainly not the last. In a nutshell, the "illegal" immigrants pouring across the border from mexico can accurately be said to merely be reclaiming what they might call "the occupied territories". Only, they aren't pouring across the border. More folks are heading south than north, as Americans flee into Mexico for sundry reasons, among them drugs, bargains, and reprieve. America, alas, is a stolen country. My Guatemalan neighbor asked me whether it is true that President Trump and his vast hordes of supporters wish to deport millions of people who are living in the U.S. undocumentedly, and I said, yes, they so wish. Even as he launches his reelection campaign, which he actually launched the day after he was inaugurated, his orangeness has explicitly expressed his determination to so do, notwithstanding the impossible logistics involved. I didn't stop talking. I explained to my friend Jose exactly why he came to America, as if he didn't know. I explained that Guatemala is a country immersed in turmoil and poverty today for one, and only one reason; the United States of America. I talked about the year 1954, President Arbenz, the United Fruit Company, John Foster Dulles, IKE, the CIA, and the rest, as they say, is history. As Casey Stengel, the eminent historian and philosopher once said: "you could look it up". Never question the power or the willingness of the American corporate oligarchy to seize wealth from the teeming poor of other nations. I didn't want to talk about James Madison, but felt I had to. Little Jemmy, who stood five four and dressed in all black every day, which means he would have fit in well with the nineteen nineties, never for a moment intended to design a democracy, which anyone who bothers to read his document can readily see. My Jose, you see, thought that when he left Guatemala he was leaving behind a third world country wherein a charismatic strong man of a petty tyrant can come to power, with the blessing of the masses of men who lead lives of quiet desperation. He confided that he has since discovered that he was dead wrong. Donald J. Trump, he continued, reminds him precisely of a petty Latin American dictator, one such as might rule Guatemala. I jokingly remarked that considering what he got himself into by coming here, he may as well have stayed put in Central America, but that, on the whole, I am quite glad he didn't, because, after all, he is not wealthy, and the greater the number of non wealthy people in America, the greater the chances of there occurring a revolution of the sort Thomas Jefferson suggested would be necessary once every generation to procure and retain the blessings of liberty, such as they are here in the fun house that is our purely cosmetic in appearance only American democracy.