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Leaving the scene of an accident without reporting it is a misdemeanor, not a felony.
Apparently, the judge felt her plea and contrition genuine and, since the crime was considered a misdemeanor, instead of jail time, he sentenced the woman to a year's probation, a $500 fine, and a 6 month suspension of her drivers license.
Of course, many saw this as a travesty of justice. How could a man's life only be worth probation and 500 bucks? Could it be that a white woman's freedom is worth more than a Latino man's life?
However, in a post sentencing interview with members of the victim's family, who apparently emigrated from Guatemala, one man who identified himself as the victim's cousin took no exception to the punishment. In fact, he actually applauded it. Responding to the reporter's question he said, in heavily accented, but completely understandable English:
No. I am not angry with the decision. I think it was just. Putting her in prison will not bring my cousin back. And, if she spends time in prison, who will take care of her children?
Think about that - WHO WILL CARE FOR HER CHILDREN?
With everything currently happening at our border, THIS is the type of person we should be in fear of? This man, who despite his own loss still looked to find the good in a horrible situation, should be discouraged from entering our Country?
Now, in fairness, I can't say whether or not the victim or any members of his family had entered the Country illegally. However, in a sense, that's besides the point. The mood created by the current Administration's draconian policy on immigration, particularly from those attempting to enter our Southern border, either illegally OR legally is one of abuse and exclusion.
I suppose that when we paint with such a broad brush, as the President regularly does (remember: they're rapists, etc.), we only look for the bad in people, never the good. And, when we do, we are doomed to wallow in mediocrity. It is our diversity, filled with people or character - like this man, that makes us great. It we lose that, we lose all.
The New Colossus
BY EMMA LAZARUS
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
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