Recent events have made it abundantly clear that it takes more to be an American than being born on American soil. You’ve got to feel it in your heart.
After the latest radical Islamists murders, these in an Orlando gay bar, Donald Trump renewed his call for a pause on refugee resettlement from jihadist hotbeds until we know “what the hell is going on.” Seems like an no-brainer, doesn’t it?
Intellectually-stunted people responded with snark, condescendingly explaining that Mr. Trump’s suggestion that we actually know who is entering our country is really, really stupid because the Orlando terrorist was born in New York.
I faced similar mocking on social media after I tweeted:
But it’s obvious, isn’t it? That’s the reason that we are having such a problem with “native born” terrorists, the children of immigrants and “refugees.”
From The Washington Times:
While immigrants draw much of the attention, it’s their children who are proving to be the most fruitful recruiting ground for radical jihad in the U.S., accounting for at least half of the deadly attacks over the past decade.
The latest instance of the second-generation terrorist syndrome played out in Orlando, Florida, over the weekend when Omar Mateen, son of immigrants from Afghanistan, went on a jihad-inspired rampage, killing 49 people and wounding 53 others in the worst mass shooting in U.S. history.
Authorities said Mateen had flirted with other terrorist groups but declared his allegiance to the Islamic State on Sunday morning as he began his horrific spree.
He follows in the footsteps of Syed Rizwan Farook, one of the San Bernardino, California, terrorists who was the son of Pakistanis; Nadir Soofi, one of two men who attacked a drawing competition in Garland, Texas, last year and whose father was from Pakistan; and then-Maj. Nidal Hassan, the child of Palestinian immigrants whose shooting rampage at Fort Hood, Texas, in 2009 set off the modern round of deadly lone-wolf attacks.
In other cases, attackers were immigrants brought to the U.S. as young children. They grew up in the U.S. but were besieged by questions of identity.
Perhaps if these children were fortunate enough to have a teacher like Mrs. Saul, described in this Wall Street Journal piece. The author recalls Mrs. Saul leading him and his 5th grade classmates in a celebration of Flag Day:
We 11- and 12-year-olds understood that what we were doing was somehow important, and that this flag we were celebrating was more than a red-white-and-blue banner. It was a sacred symbol that pointed toward something beyond itself, that pointed to the thing it represented—to America, the country we’d been learning about, the nation “born in liberty” and “dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.”
Without saying so, Mrs. Saul was doing something profound: She was teaching us to love our country. In the process, we were being drawn into the circle of all those celebrating that day, and into the larger circle of those who had loved America throughout her history—and who had been doing what Benjamin Franklin in 1787 had said we must do, or else.
Unfortunately, children today are the “beneficiaries” of anti-American leftist propagandists, so that they grow up to be like Laila Alawa. God help us.