Joyanna Adams

Nobody's Opinion

“Say Goodbye To My Country.”

Nobody Flashes

Last night I was sitting next to my brother who was DJing a night pool party at my local pool, when up walked a young black man who was very thin. Thin face, thin hands: about 18, if that, and he looked very happy. He had been jumping around the pool and having a great time dancing around the water slides.

My brother said every once in a while on his mike, that he took requests, but this guy had a strange one.

He leaned over and asked my brother, who last night, looked like Bruce Campbell’s other brother from another mother.

Please play ‘Say Goodbye to My Country.” 

He could barely speak English and my brother gave him a “What?” look.

I decided to help my brother out: “What country is that?” I asked him.

“Dominican Republic.” he said. “It’s in my language, Spanish. Please play Spanish.”

Okay…I thought. If my brother has this rare song, only played in probably South Miami, I will be impressed. And was this guy SAD because of his country, or was he having such a wonderful time in America he was NEVER going back?

According to this article, the Dominican Republic is having the same problem with its borders as America. It’s being swamped with Haitians, and the government is trying to put a stop to it, so this guy could well have been Haitian…and somehow managed to get into the Dominican Republic and then up here to the states.

He was VERY dark, and Haitians are darker than Dominican Republicans, according to the article.

If Steve Jobs did nothing else, he has made the DJ’s job extremely easy. Gary (my brother) swirled his IPods looking through his 2400 list of songs, (actually make that 4800) because he has two IPODS, hooked up to gigantic JBL speakers. Within minutes he found some Spanish songs.

MOST of the people at the pool party were black, but suddenly, they were all singing Spanish, in the middle of Missouri, on a Friday night.

Who knew? I thought they were from Ferguson.

The lifeguards were all white, except for a few local blacks, but it was then I realized that most of those people there had come up from some other country, who knew if they were even illegal?

After all, the event was $10…and nobody checked licenses.

Nobody from the local neighborhood was there but me.

Anyway, my point is, neither one of us knew that most of the people there were Hispanic, but maybe we should have guessed it by all the thong bathing suits.

Everybody had a great time…So yes. I was thinking…. Maybe we Americans need one of those written just for us.

Say goodbye to “my country.” The Yellow Brick Road goes everywhere.

A country where some of us feel like a strangers in our own land.

Where’s Elton John when you need him?

July 7, 2018 - Posted by | imigration, Uncategorized |

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: