The Political Catholic

The New Heart of Politics “ Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free; the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” What has happened to the America that embodied these lofty words?  What happened to the America that welcomed those looking for a better life; the America that welcomed those fleeing from savagery and war in their own land.  What happened to that America?  How have we gone from the country that welcomed immigrants and shared the promise of the American dream to a country that now wants to live behind walls and post signs saying “Immigrants not welcome”?  How have we gone from a country that recognizes the plight of the poor and disenfranchised to a country that now says that the poor are just lazy and they could do more to improve their own situations while cutting the programs that they take advantage of to do just that?  ...

Welcome For 53 years I have resisted becoming involved in politics.  I have to admit to my shame that I did not vote and only just recently actually registered to vote.  I honestly was not motivated.  But in the last 2 years all of that changed.  During this last presidential election something changed inside of me.  I found myself more involved in the political discourse not because I was passionately for a candidate but because I was passionately against a candidate.  I found myself viscerally opposed to the rhetoric and campaign views of our now President.  From the advocating a Muslim ban to the scapegoating of undocumented persons living in the United States. Donald Trump offended my sense of right and wrong as a Catholic.  So I did what many of my fellow citizens did during the election, I took to Facebook and began my social media blitz against Donald Trump.  I argued and I debat...