A Canadian Law Professor Gives Up the Green Card
Sometimes, comedy is produced by people actively trying to be funny. Like, for instance, the "Two and a Half Men" writers. Those guys are funny and they're funny on purpose.
But the most sublime comedy, the type that produces the best and deepest laughs, are those that come from people who are earnestly trying to be serious and are completely unaware at how hilarious the resulting product is.
Don't believe me? Here is some proof:
Why I Gave Up My U.S. Green Card," by Michael Byers, law professor, University of British Columbia, from the Globe and Mail of April 22, 2006:
This is a flat out lie, so obvious to anyone with any knowledge of the process that only a cock-sure foreign law professor would miss it. As any State Department or DHS person who deals with aliens will tell you readily, Resident Aliens give up the Green Card in droves, every single day. They do so for a variety of reasons, usually having to do with making a decision to leave the life they had in the U.S. behind them and--to their immense relief--to go home.
Also hilarious here is the stereotypical lefty sneer at the Southern accent. Vancouver is a hive of diversity to be celebrated, but apparently one must draw the line somewhere.
Apparently in Canada they don't teach that "equality before the law" stuff becuase, hey, he's a smarty-pants who works at (name-drop alert) Duke University, a "prominent sponsor." And it STILL took the U.S. the same goddamn amount of time to get him his Green Card as any other immigrant who isn't as prominent. It doesn't seem to occur to him that he waited the same time and went through the same process as everyone else. He also has an interesting definition of "arduous." I get the feelng that he may have lived a somewhat sheltered life.
Where they will be BURNED TO A CRISP by our evil powers!! Bwahahahaha!
Did he really need a law professor from Mexico City to "explain" common knowledge? And, gasp!, people here illegally might not enjoy the full protection of the law??? Tell you what, professor. I'll pop up to Vancouver this weekend, get a job without Canadian documents and then ask you what my rights are. Any different than those enjoyed by that Guatemalan hotel room cleaner?
Ah, yes. The famous wave of anti-British prejudice following 9.11. A shameful episode in American history that we will probably never live down. Here in Portland a tea shop was burned down and a man assaulted on the Max for reading the Guardian Weekly. Masterpiece Theatre was cancelled. Monty Python no longer seemed quite as funny. Perfectly innocent men who just happened to have very bad teeth were assaulted by rednecks who couldn't find any turbaned Sikhs at convenience stores.
Significant, because they were all detained and deported in connection with immigration law violations, a matter of executive power that doesn't involve the criminal law. But, hey, Mikey wouldn't know about that complicated law stuff. It's not like he's a professor of law or anything.
Considering that the justices of the U.S. Supreme Court disagree with you professor, what exactly is your point? That you are more qualified to pronounce on matters of U.S. Constitutional law than they? Or that you are just another wilfully ignorant lefty distorting the facts and the law for political benefit?
"At risk" apparently is a Canadian legal term meaning "liable to be caught intentionally breaking the law." No wonder shopping on Yonge Street is not what it once was.
Hold on there, Professor! Don't talk so fast! You mean to say that Congress passes laws, the President enforces them and the Prime Minister of Canada has no input in this process? Hold on, let me take some notes here....
Racial profiling!!! Racial profiling!!!
Giving up a Green Card never happens, but there are multiple forms for it ready for immediate use by immigration authorities....Hmmmmm?
Proof that an advanced education is no barrier to the worst sort of conspiratorial thinking. I particularly like that stolen election bit.
Writes for the Independent....well, it's all becoming a bit clearer now, isn't it, Professor Fisky?
The place were Prime Minister Stephen Harper of the Conservative Party of Canada now rules. Welcome home!
Hint: he has to ask this for the form. He doesn't care. Nor do the rest of us.
Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.
But the most sublime comedy, the type that produces the best and deepest laughs, are those that come from people who are earnestly trying to be serious and are completely unaware at how hilarious the resulting product is.
Don't believe me? Here is some proof:
Why I Gave Up My U.S. Green Card," by Michael Byers, law professor, University of British Columbia, from the Globe and Mail of April 22, 2006:
"This is the first time I've met someone who wanted to do that." The U.S. immigration officer's southern drawl, so out of place in the Vancouver airport, was accentuated by incredulity.
A "green card," which is actually off-white in colour and called a Permanent Resident Card, provides full rights to enter, live and work in the world's most powerful country. It conveys most of the advantages of U.S. citizenship, so much so that it can be traded in for an American passport after just five years. Yet there I was, 41/2 years after I had acquired it, asking for my green card to be taken away.
This is a flat out lie, so obvious to anyone with any knowledge of the process that only a cock-sure foreign law professor would miss it. As any State Department or DHS person who deals with aliens will tell you readily, Resident Aliens give up the Green Card in droves, every single day. They do so for a variety of reasons, usually having to do with making a decision to leave the life they had in the U.S. behind them and--to their immense relief--to go home.
Also hilarious here is the stereotypical lefty sneer at the Southern accent. Vancouver is a hive of diversity to be celebrated, but apparently one must draw the line somewhere.
Acquiring U.S. permanent residency is an arduous process, involving blood tests, chest X-rays and numerous documents, including police certificates attesting to a crime-free past. Even with a prominent sponsor, Duke University, it had taken me three years.
Apparently in Canada they don't teach that "equality before the law" stuff becuase, hey, he's a smarty-pants who works at (name-drop alert) Duke University, a "prominent sponsor." And it STILL took the U.S. the same goddamn amount of time to get him his Green Card as any other immigrant who isn't as prominent. It doesn't seem to occur to him that he waited the same time and went through the same process as everyone else. He also has an interesting definition of "arduous." I get the feelng that he may have lived a somewhat sheltered life.
Apart from the 50,000 "diversity immigrants" selected by lottery each year, the 50,000 refugees and the roughly 140,000 who, like me, are targeted for universities and high-tech jobs, most of those who aspire to live and work in the United States have no chance of legally settling there. Still, millions flock to the country, like moths to a flame.
Where they will be BURNED TO A CRISP by our evil powers!! Bwahahahaha!
I was on my way to a conference in San Diego when I surrendered my green card. The next morning, out for an early run, I saw scores of Mexican men tending lawns and flowerbeds. Later, a woman from Guatemala cleaned my hotel room. I remembered one of my grad students at Duke, now a law professor in Mexico City, explaining that most of these labourers have forged social-security cards that are convincing enough to protect their employers from the police, while providing no protections for the workers.
Did he really need a law professor from Mexico City to "explain" common knowledge? And, gasp!, people here illegally might not enjoy the full protection of the law??? Tell you what, professor. I'll pop up to Vancouver this weekend, get a job without Canadian documents and then ask you what my rights are. Any different than those enjoyed by that Guatemalan hotel room cleaner?
Six years ago, Globe and Mail columnist Jeffrey Simpson estimated that 660,000 Canadians were living and working illegally in the United States. Most Canadians blend in easily. But after Sept. 11, 2001, fear replaced curiosity as the standard response to things unknown. Before 9/11, my wife's English accent often generated a friendly response, including the comment "You sound just like Princess Diana." After the attacks, the warm chatter gave way to a strained silence.
Ah, yes. The famous wave of anti-British prejudice following 9.11. A shameful episode in American history that we will probably never live down. Here in Portland a tea shop was burned down and a man assaulted on the Max for reading the Guardian Weekly. Masterpiece Theatre was cancelled. Monty Python no longer seemed quite as funny. Perfectly innocent men who just happened to have very bad teeth were assaulted by rednecks who couldn't find any turbaned Sikhs at convenience stores.
At least my princess had a green card and was, therefore, on the legally advantageous side of the divide between "us" and "them." Thousands of men of Arab ethnicity were rounded up and either detained or deported without charge or access to lawyers. Significantly, none of them were citizens or permanent residents of the United States.
Significant, because they were all detained and deported in connection with immigration law violations, a matter of executive power that doesn't involve the criminal law. But, hey, Mikey wouldn't know about that complicated law stuff. It's not like he's a professor of law or anything.
Of course, even U.S. citizenship does not provide the protections it once did. In 2002, the Bush administration jailed two Americans without charge or access to lawyers, in direct denial of habeas corpus, a common-law principle that dates back to Magna Carta. And then there is the secret, unconstitutional wiretapping program.
Considering that the justices of the U.S. Supreme Court disagree with you professor, what exactly is your point? That you are more qualified to pronounce on matters of U.S. Constitutional law than they? Or that you are just another wilfully ignorant lefty distorting the facts and the law for political benefit?
"Are you sure you want to do this?" the immigration officer whispered as she ushered me toward the secondary-screening room.
"Yes," I replied. "I don't want to lie to you. I no longer live in the United States."
Under U.S. law, permanent residents lose that status if they leave the country for more than one year. Yet many green-card holders do precisely that, returning to the United States periodically to "keep their options open." They often maintain U.S. addresses, sometimes with family or friends, but just as often with commercial providers, in order to sustain the fiction that they reside in the United States. Some companies even rent street addresses, as opposed to box numbers, and will automatically ship any mail received there onward to a designated foreign address.
Absentee green-card holders often use their driver's licences to cross the border, or new passports that are free of stamps that might alert an attentive immigration officer to their dubious status. If asked, they will deny having a connection with the United States.
Such ploys are becoming riskier as the computer systems of different U.S. government departments, and different national governments, are linked together to improve security. At particular risk are green-card holders who have failed to file U.S. tax returns, as all permanent residents are required to do.
"At risk" apparently is a Canadian legal term meaning "liable to be caught intentionally breaking the law." No wonder shopping on Yonge Street is not what it once was.
As of Jan. 1, 2007, anyone entering the United States by air or sea will be required to have a passport or other as-yet-unspecified "secure" document. From Jan. 1, 2008, the same requirement will apply to those entering on land. The Canadian government has lobbied against this move because of concerns that it will deter millions of Americans -- less than one-quarter of whom currently have passports -- from visiting Canada. The cruise-ship and conference industries are particularly vulnerable, along with the 2010 Winter Olympics.
The new requirement will also make it more difficult for green-card holders living in Canada, and Canadians living illegally in the United States, to move freely between the two countries.
At last month's Cancun summit, George W. Bush indicated that he supported the passport legislation: "Congress passed the law and I intend to enforce the law." At record low levels in the polls, Mr. Bush is not about to veto a bill brought forward by members of his own party in preparation for the mid-term congressional elections this fall. Prime Minister Stephen Harper quickly conceded that Canada could do nothing to resist.
Hold on there, Professor! Don't talk so fast! You mean to say that Congress passes laws, the President enforces them and the Prime Minister of Canada has no input in this process? Hold on, let me take some notes here....
At the secondary screening, I was greeted by an immigration officer whose name tag and features suggested Vietnamese origins.
Racial profiling!!! Racial profiling!!!
"Which form should I use?" he asked his supervisor. The supervisor, a stout man with a mid-western accent, gave a world-weary sigh. "Voluntaries get the short form."
Giving up a Green Card never happens, but there are multiple forms for it ready for immediate use by immigration authorities....Hmmmmm?
It took 45 minutes to complete the short form. It was an entirely business-like procedure: No small talk, no smiles. At one point, I commented on the complexity of the process. He said, "Well, this is a big deal. It's like getting married."
No, I thought. It was more like getting divorced.
My wife and I had moved to North Carolina in 1999. The stock market was booming, most Americans felt prosperous and secure, and Bill Clinton -- despite Whitewater and Lewinsky -- was still capably in charge. It seemed obvious that one of two smart, experienced, open-minded internationalists, Al Gore or John McCain, would follow in January, 2001.
But then we were amused, perplexed and finally disgusted at the dirty tricks deployed in the 2000 election campaign, first to defeat Mr. McCain, and then to steal victory from Mr. Gore. And we felt nothing but horror as the Twin Towers collapsed, knowing not only that thousands of lives had been lost, but that Mr. Bush's neo-conservative advisers would seize their chance to plot a militaristic course.
Proof that an advanced education is no barrier to the worst sort of conspiratorial thinking. I particularly like that stolen election bit.
My instinctive response was to put words to paper. Five days later, on Sept. 16, 2001, my article, "The hawks are hovering. Prepare for more bombs," appeared in London's Independent on Sunday. I continued to write, almost exclusively for British papers, chastising the Bush administration for its unnecessary violations of human rights and international law.
Writes for the Independent....well, it's all becoming a bit clearer now, isn't it, Professor Fisky?
Needless to say, my opinions attracted considerable hostility, all the more so because I was expressing them from within a conservative law school at a conservative university in the very conservative South. I stood my ground, but it wasn't easy. And then it occurred to me: The United States wasn't my country; it wasn't a place for which I wanted to fight. My thoughts drifted northward, to the place where my values had been forged.
The place were Prime Minister Stephen Harper of the Conservative Party of Canada now rules. Welcome home!
The immigration officer worked his way through a series of questions designed to confirm my identity and soundness of mind. The last question was the toughest: "Why do you wish to surrender your permanent resident card?"
How do you explain to an American -- especially one with a flag on his shoulder and a gun on his hip -- that you no longer wish to live in the United States?
Hint: he has to ask this for the form. He doesn't care. Nor do the rest of us.
I thought about the man across the counter, how he would have fled the postwar chaos and poverty of Vietnam, how he might have been plucked off a rickety boat by the U.S. Navy and may have gravitated toward the immigration service out of an innate sense of gratitude to his new homeland.
My principal motivation in surrendering my green card was not to avoid problems at the border. I was seeking to commit -- without hesitation or qualification -- to my own special place. As someone who was born in Canada, I never had to affirm my citizenship. I never had to demonstrate my deep love for this country. Unlike the millions of Canadians who were born outside Canada, I'd never made my choice.
The moment was upon me. My heart bursting with pride, I looked the immigration officer in the eye and said, as simply and non-judgmentally as possible: "I have chosen to live permanently in Canada."
"Permanently?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, "Of course."
Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.


