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Where do you live? Simple question asked every single day by millions of people. However, sometimes the question goes unanswered. . “Dalit” is an Indian term to describe people who are untouchable. A caste lower than dirt itself.  In a report a few years ago, the New York City–based Human Rights Watch (HRW) detailed the practice of “manual scavenging” — the collecting of excrement from latrines by hand. The job is done by those considered to be of the lowest birth. These Dalits, or untouchables, often face threats of violence, eviction and withheld wages if they attempt to leave the trade. Now that is what we call working in a shithole. Who would think that in the land of Gandhi and Buddha that some societies still live in the past.

On the other hand, going from the microcosm to the macrocosm there are sections of many cities in addition to areas of many countries that deserve the definition of Dalit. Some who may disagree, but that is their discretion. Without naming names to protect the guilty we will leave it up to you, our reader, to come to your own conclusions.

Taking advantage of the TPS program is headline news. Those who were given succor because of various catastrophes in their home country should be gratified for their stay here, but no they are on the warpath. After 20 years of being exposed to American culture they do not find it gentlemanly for being asked to leave. But the law is the law and their stay here must end. Not to mention the hundreds of thousands of offspring born here during their stay.

But another salient question in today’s debate, is why illegals don’t want to go back to their home country? Is it because, truly that the place they came from was not the Shangri-la! But the sun rises and sets and the truth be told; those who came from a foreign country and with criminal intent to boot, border jumped onto our precious soil must pay the price for their crime, which is to be sent back where they came from. They are criminals from the word go; there are no two ways about it. We don’t have sympathy for them, why should we.