Yesterday`s Vdare.com letter
inspired me to read further about the story of contractor David Shafer, a home-builder in the Atlanta area whose life was battered by the influx of illegal alien workers [Illegal Immigration: One man`s ruin ... and recovery
, Atlanta Journal-Constitution, March 12, 2006].
Mr. Shafer had gone from a comfortable middle-class living to the brink of financial disaster in a few short years because of illegal immigrants taking over his livelihood. But the AJC was disturbed at Shafer`s "anger" and unpleasant "bitter" attitude at how his life has been sabotaged.
Now, at a time when all levels of government are grappling with illegal immigration, Shafer embodies the sentiments of many Georgians. He`s certain the immigrants are damaging him but doubtful that elected officials will solve the problem. [...]By that December day in Suwanee, Shafer had grown as bitter as the wind signaling the end of another construction season without a paycheck. He had just started taking the antidepressant Zoloft. Gone was the happy-go-lucky Cub Scout leader whose previous activism was limited to raising money for the neighborhood swim club and the Collins Hill High wrestling squad.
But never fear — this story has a kumbaya ending, as suggested in the "recovery" part of the title. After a breakdown triggered by getting off his meds, Shafer got back on Zoloft and embraced diversity by learning Spanish. Problem solved, according to the AJC.
Is that the media`s prescription for coping with invasion? Drugs and politically correct attitude adjustment?
It was a good thing for Britain that antidepressants didn`t exist during Winston Churchill`s time. (For appeasement relief, listen to a sound clip of Churchill`s call to arms, "Their Finest Hour"