What a megalomaniacal response, holy shit. The heart of the matter? I'm merely pointing out that you don't perceive these things as threats because it's not your community being impacted, nor is it your profession. I on the other hand very much have to consider immigration (both legal and illegal) in the context of existential threat. I'm a self-employed contractor, I can be undercut by cheap labour you fucking dunce.
See, this I can actually respond to.
My community actually is being impacted. I've already mentioned that I have colleagues whose lives have been shaken by Trump's immigration policies. I have colleagues who are Iranian, South/Central American, and Asian. I'm not alienated from what's happening, although it's a different dimension than what's happening at the border. Most of my knowledge about that comes from scholarship and what I've heard from my colleagues.
Speaking of muh privilege, my wife and I had an amazing and philosophically traumatizing experience in a Savannah bar.
We met this shrimper and who we thought was his wife (turned out to be his ex-girlfriend--guess they're both single now and maybe needed a good fuck? who knows), and my wife struck up a conversation. They were nice, and so we bought them a round. This guy was all Georgia, shirt unbuttoned and white chest hair hanging out, clearly drunk and with a ridiculous accent. He was fun and nice to talk to, and we enjoy meeting people.
Anyway, eventually he starts talking about racism in America (unprovoked by me--I don't start on politics with total strangers), and he says that what sticks in his craw is that Native Americans get the short shrift when it comes to talks about racism. I tried to make a neutral comment about how discussions on racism need to be inclusive, and that dealing with the suffering of different groups is complicated... at which point he cut me off and said, "It's not complicated, it's simple. You wanna know how I know that?"
He looks from me to my wife and back to me. "You want me to tell you how I know that?"
So I nod and say "well sure!"
Shrimper: "Guys, let me tell you: I was visited by my creator. It wudn't a burnin' bush, or a boomin' voice. It was... a conversation. And you know what he said to me? He told me, Gary--you need to do somethin' about this shit. That's what he said. And it dudn't matter what religion you are. You think diff'rent religions all got diff'rent creators?"
At this point he pauses, and we realize he's asking us. I was on the verge of saying I don't think there is a creator, but thankfully my wife jumps in and says, "Well, I haven't been visited, so I can't say!"
Shrimper: "Well, I have. And I
know. And you know wut? Our creator made us in his image. You know that?"
Anyway, this went on for about fifteen minutes before I told him we had to meet friends, and we got the fuck out of there. Dude thought he was mainlining the secret truth of the universe.