Things are pretty terrible now, but in a quiet way. The displaced workers are nowhere to be seen; struggling to get by tends to keep even the brightest of bulbs deep in the shadows. Their illegal replacements, however, are becoming more and more visible; both in their own community and throughout the city itself. As a matter of fact, things are going so well for them that they call their family and friends in locales abroad to spread the good news.
Some of these loved ones begin to think that life in the city they have been hearing so much about holds greater promise than wherever they currently are. So, they pack up their stuff and ship out to this land of opportunity. By the time they get here, they find that more jobs than expected are available. Apparently, owners and managers of other factories studied the model set forth by the original trailblazer. They then came to the resounding decision that illegal aliens were much better for business than those cretins demanding to be paid a fair wage.
News keeps breaking about the ever increasing amount of underground employment in the city. Soon, illegals are coming in by the busload. The city’s reputation for lax law enforcement also makes a name for itself, and career criminals are listening. Once in town, they generally do not victimize their own community members; an odd sort of ethnic, nationalist, or maybe even racial solidarity has formed. Instead, they go after the natives, and do so with a vengeance.
As the amount of laid off blue collar workers has grown exponentially, there is already a dangerous number of angry people out and about. They are fuming not only over being fired from their respective jobs in favor of unlawful labor, but also the policies,such as 1994’s North American Free Trade Agreement, which opened the door for that sort of thing. Rather than having their jobs shipped overseas, the overseas came to them and slapped Lady Liberty in the face along the way. Being robbed, assaulted, or worse by the illegals, though, is the proverbial straw that breaks the camel’s back.
Fed up to the overspill point, the blue collars finally go to the police and demand something be done. The police have never experienced anything like this before. Mostly hometown boys and gals, they are deeply sympathetic and resolve to do something. Without knowing the languages and customs of the illegals, however, they are quickly stumped. Making matters worse is that heat comes down from city hall demanding that they back off before anything can be done in the first place. Apparently, a bipartisan consensus of councilors received donations from the factory owners, who want to maintain the status quo.
Left with a ballooning crime rate and growing populace that has no interest in civic participation or assimilation, the city is rolling downhill fast. However, the ride has only just begun, and the longer it goes on, the more the hill becomes a mountain.Powered by Sidelines