“in a heartbreaking turn of events… my ipod got run over by a bus today. i just got it saturday—saved up all my pennies in a jar—-only to have a cruel hellbound mbta vehicle take its life. so young. so beautiful. i was listening to joan armatrading, free as you please, crossing the street with some other fine pedestrians. look left, the coast is clear. look right to see a gianormous bus careening straight for me. i make a sprint for the safety of the other side of the street. my ipod falls out of my pocket. god, it is too gorey to think about. a slow motion action sequence. ‘nooooooo!’ back bus wheel clips my sweet baby, sending it hurling in the air. i rush to retrieve the soldier down amid more onrushing cars. think: frogger. many curse words and much coddling later, my sweet child breahes its last breath. i surrender. crestfallen.”—annie clark, 2004 (via nevercertain)
Illegal immigrants for the most part, they aren't working under the table. They use fake social security numbers, and pay taxes (FICA) on every dollar they make. At tax time, they do not file, and end up forfeiting billions of dollars in unclaimed returns. As a side note, they also pay rent where they live, and so contribute to the local and state tax coffers that way. They pay sales tax when they buy things, which is also a major contribution. Undocumented workers aren't masked criminals. They're just people who want to work.
“We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.”—T. S. Eliot (via au-petit-matin)