The theme song for my podcast is the Verve Pipe’s Spoonful of Sugar, which contains the lyric “My country, tis of thee, sweet land of irony.” One of my favorite lyrics of all time. And boy was it on point with this family separation policy. Let us count the levels of irony that it provided:
Welcome to America, where we have a Statue of Liberty that says “Give us your poor, your huddle masses, learning to breathe free” — but if they try to come here, we’ll call them rapists and murderers even if they’re only 3 or 4 years old.
Welcome to America, where the Christian right calls themselves “pro-family” — it’s in the names of all their groups, the American Family Association, Focus on the Family, the Family Research Council — but cheer on a policy that literally rips families apart.
Welcome to America, where conservatives talk up American exceptionalism by pointing out that so much of the world wants to come here and they’ll risk life and limb to get here to provide greater opportunity for their kids and to get away from violence and oppression — but when they arrive, our president will accuse them of being crisis actors coached by attorneys to pretend that they had things bad back home.
Welcome to America, where the same people defending these actual camps full of cages into which they’re putting these children spent 8 years freaking out about Obama’s non-existent FEMA camps that were going to be used to house Christians. They take their mythical persecution and oppression very seriously. Actual persecution and oppression? Not so much, especially when it’s aimed at dark-skinned people.
Welcome to America, where the head of ICE can do an interview on Fox News and whine about comparisons between what we are doing to Latino immigrants and what Hitler did to the Jews and make this statement with a completely straight face:
“I think it’s an insult to the brave men and women of the border patrol and ICE to call law enforcement officers Nazis. They are simply enforcing laws enacted by Congress.”
Talk about ducking into the punch!
There is no end. It’s irony all the way down.