Migrants welcome. But don’t criticize underprivileged countries.
It’s interesting that the people who disapprove of third world criticism are the same ones burning their own flags and burying their countries under a litany of -isms. They claim it’s to make their countries better (and I believe them… otherwise wouldn’t they just leave? They stay to ‘fight to make it better’).
Yet this is something that I am forbidden to do for my own little backward country. I live on an underdeveloped island and am only eligible for migration, legal or not, with or without dignity; a course of action which crucifixes everybody to an eternal debate over immigration – forgetting one key factor.
Immigration is a red herring.
Mass migration is a help for people whose countries have plunged into a crisis; it offers safety and temporary relief. It’s not something meant to save the entire world because it can’t.
The third world doesn’t exist for its’ inhabitants to aspire to migrate to the first world.
Yet the discussion is hijacked from how do we help the countries to let’s invite the few who managed to get here. The message for the millions left behind is – find a way to do it too. It’s glamorized when they boast how well some migrants are doing – this sort of news always holds the spotlight. It’s great that some people go on to live productive lives but excessive endorsement puts only one dream into the minds of young people in third world countries – migrate.
This is not sustainable.
However, there is a form of migration that is sustainable. One that causes no chaos, no debates, and is as silent as it is effective.
Cultural Migration. It doesn’t even require people to leave their countries, thanks to the internet.
But what is cultural migration? Well, it doesn’t entail ‘identifying’ as a member of a chosen culture, dressing in their traditional garbs and coalescing with people from that culture. No. Culture is multi-faceted and this isn’t about the rich and colorful parts that boost tourism.
When I say ‘cultural migrant’, I mean someone who rejects some social habits of their culture and finds solace in the habits of another. For instance, leaving behind a culture that is extremely materialistic in favor of one based on substance, not superficiality.
Some years ago, a unique experience happened to me. With access to the internet, I tactically ignored people in my environment and detached myself from the echo chamber. I ended up seeing the cycle for what it was and realized this isn’t a third world country – no, no. It’s a third world society. A complacent one.
Bad cultures have a survival mechanism. In my country, it was the oblivious cultural actors whose sole job seems to be badgering the non-conformers. I was pit against a mob of leftist-like working class puppets and, since I’m a writer, documented this carefully concealed cause of the country’s downfall and need for migration as a savior.
Too many are blithely ignorant while the developed world is fighting culture wars on their behalf and encourage them to lazily give up their country’s woes to migrate.
I migrated culturally because I couldn’t stand being suffocated by walking pus-sacs of idleness. The language may be harsh but only because of what I had to endure and I believe the only way to pop these bubbles is with sharp words. Not coddling.
Certainly not followers.
The political left don’t realize it but they’re copycats. A mere imitation of the collectivist culture that has existed on this island for decades. They’re abetting complacent third world societies and the more backward the country, the more defensive the people, the more of the same things stay and the more migration becomes an issue.
The losers are people like me. It’s the third world version of the classic; No Country for Young Black Women.
Sara-lee Austrie graduated with a B.A. in Economics, and sacrificed over seven years of her life in Finance (banking) where the silver lining was her growth as a writer. Some of her short fiction is displayed here.