Jesse and Immigration Court

So, I met another wonderful teenager while I was in immigration court with Monica last week.

Jesse.

Graduated from Sunset High School in Dallas.

A very good young man.

High, high "moral character." Never in trouble of any kind.

Wonderful work ethic.

Great grades. Received an offer for a scholarship, but because he did not have a Social Security number, he didn't take the free ride to school, even though he wanted to.

"Since I don't have a Social Security number, I didn't think a degree would do me any good," he told me by phone when we talked later last week. "Why worry about college if I can't get a good job when I am done?"

Good thinking, Jesse.

So, the nation needs smart, bi-lingual laborers in every industry. So much so that we are recruiting in a number of Central and South American countries. But, in our brilliance, we are going to toss out kids who grew up here from the time they were babies and go recruit people we don't even know and in whom we have not invested a dime.

How utterly stupid!

Go ahead, Wyatt (that's my grandson). Put me in "time out."

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

We've found another great friend in this young man, and we will stick with him.

We are going to keep working to change the law that says he must go back to a nation he does not even know, one that he has never known. A very bad law that attempts to punish a very good young man.

Come meet Jesse and then, try to walk away from him.

I dare you!