For the first time in a few years my wife and I took a driving vacation, from coastal South Carolina to northern Arkansas and back. We drove through Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi on the way out, Tennessee and North Carolina on the way back. So, we got a chance to experience southern hospitality in seven states. All by the way, a long way from our southern border. One thing struck both of us. It was the number of times we heard Spanish being spoken. In big cities and small towns, if you closed your eyes, you might believe you had been magically transported south of our border. That got me thinking.
In all the history of this nation, we have had many groups of immigrants enter the country. Over time, after the initial group of Scots and English arrived, we had large populations of Dutch, German, Scandinavians, Irish, Poles, Greeks and Italians come to what they perceived as a “Promised Land” of unlimited opportunity and possibilities for those who were willing to work hard to improve their lot in life.
There was one thing which was necessary to allow this to happen. If we weren’t to be a modern version of the “Tower of Babel”, we had to have a common language, and that language by default was English. So, as each group arrived on our shores, even though they brought many parts of their former cultures with them, they all strived to learn the language of their new home. In fact, to become a naturalized citizen of the United States, it was mandatory that the applicant could “read, write and speak English”. If they could converse in other languages, fine, but English was the “glue” which bound us all together. Unfortunately, in the last fifty years, that concept has come under fire from “Progressives”. Continue reading The “Glue”. →