Dear Holy Father
You said you wanted a dialogue. Here's my contribution.
Dear Holy Father.
You said you wanted a dialogue. Here’s my contribution.
You demonize capitalism and capitalists.
You don’t speak up as emphatically as you could for the unique benefit of Judeo-Christian, Western Civilization.
You don’t speak up as emphatically as you could for the Christians and other minorities suffering from a cultural and biological genocide in the Muslim world right now, not to mention the obscene atrocities committed against these folk, atrocities I will not, out of delicacy’s sake, spell out to you, but of which you should be aware.
You then go on to insist, to a captive audience, the US Congress, that American and European capitalists, beneficiaries of the fruits of Western, Judeo-Christian Civilization, tear down their borders and take in uncounted migrants – you instruct us to ignore the numbers – whose entry will, of course, irrevocably alter the civilization they enter – by their own demand. Thus changing the fruitful lands they enter into carbon copies of the lands from which they have run.
How, Holy Father, is this ethical? It sounds very sweet, in your obviously elderly, very gentle, very accented voice. But how is it ethical?
Is it not more ethical to champion the system that produced the fruitful civilization you obviously admire – not to say envy? And to insist that the migrants themselves look at the lands they are rushing to escape at any cost, look at the reasons why those lands are so unattractive, and work to improve those lands?
Holy Father, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that every last person in Syria and Afghanistan would leave Syria and Afghanistan if they could.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to ask why that might be.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to ask, “Why can’t the residents of Syria and Afghanistan address what is so immensely and grotesquely f—ed up (forgive me but that really is the only word) about their homelands that every last person in Syria and Afghanistan wants to leave Syria and Afghanistan and runs, trips, hitchhikes, swims, boats, and crawls through numerous Muslim countries en route in order to get to Western Europe.
I mean, Holy Father, come on. Just, come on, man, come on.
I don’t care how holy you are. Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining.
Signed, Danusha Goska, devout Catholic