Being raised in the valley of Los Angeles, I have many fond memories of the area and how it once was as opposed to how it is now. There is always change in a society as diverse as the American society, but as a kid in the sixties, there was one universal constant that seems to have now been lost in wave after wave of illegal immigrants from all over the world, not just south of the border. The constant is patriotism, which seems today to have been tossed by the wayside in favor of an allegiance to a bunch of third world countries south of the border.
Patriotism here in Los Angeles is almost non-existant. With the exception of the fourth of July when people roll out the American flag, its rare to see an American flag flying from the houses in the neighborhoods today. If you do see one, its flying along side a Mexican flag, which to me is nothing more than a slap in the face for being born here in America in the first place.
As a kid, times were so much different then they are today. We used to get up in the morning, hit the ground running and not stop until dinner time. There were very few obese children then, because if you wanted to get anywhere you either rode your skateboard, a bike or walked everywhere you went. Asking a parent for a ride was strickly forbiden unless it was more than five miles to your destination.
Things were so much more simple then they are today. Locking up the house and going to bed meant locking the screen door and turning off the lights. I used to leave my bicycle against the curb down on the street resting on the pedal. It was always there the next morning. Parents didn’t have to fear letting their children walk anywhere, because kidnaps and rapes were not simply accepted as the norm.
My bike was integral to getting about to do my paper route. I made 68 dollars a month delivering the newspaper and another 100 dollars or so mowing yards. See, back then kids worked for their extra money, and there was plenty of work to do. Having the nicest looking house and yard helped to, because the neighbors would see me out there schlepping the mower around and edging the grass. There was no such thing as a string cutter or a leaf blower back then, and everything was done with manual labor with the exception of mowing the yard. Having an actual gardener was unheard of unless you were wealthy, because gardeners were expensive.
When I was 15 I got a job in a local machine shop doing short run production work on lathes and mills. The job along with the paper route and cutting yards was quite lucrative indeed. I was making more money than most of the dads in the neighborhood. Of course I had to work a lot harder to earn it, but it didn’t matter. I was a great shape and enjoyed manual labor. It was a great way to finance surfing trips and trips to Disneyland, and as I said earlier, it was rare to see a “fat kid” back then.
In 1975 we were approaching the “Bicentennial” or the 200th birthday of the United States of America. I would have to say that for me that 4th of July was actually the beginning of the end of American patriotism. It would be the last time I would see people rally around the thought of living in a “free” society, free being short for “freedom” not “freebies” because quite honestly, that’s what America has been reduced to. We have gone from an “ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country” to a “what’s in it for me” society.
The Bi-Centennial came and went and is far as I am concerned, with it went the last vestage of a free society. Here is Los Angeles, we went through a paridigm shift of epic proportions. Slowly at first, and then quite suddenly, Los Angeles County and most of the state of California was being invaded by illegal immigrants. Back then California took a different approach to how to go about educating the illegals. At my high school, they called it “immersion” in the American education system. This meant the students had as many as four English classes a semester until they were proficient in English. Then they were taught the rest of the curriculum. The logic back in the 70′s was, without English they could not ever survive in America. Today entire high schools teach in nothing but Spanish.
They were quiet at first and lived in the shadows. You see back in the 70′s and early 80′s we used to have these green and white buses that you would see from time to time leaving the local police departments. On board the buses were all the illegal immigrants picked up by the local police departments and put on buses and sent right back to the border.
Doing this was quite costly, and the state and federal government was picking up the tab to deport these illegal aliens back to the border. Funds to the local law enforcement was then cut off by the state because of the costs for detaining them for deportation, and that was the beginning of the end for all of us in California.
In 1981 the state of California would no longer fund the deportation on illegal immigrants. In 1984 Richard Ramirez, AKA “The Night Stalker” son of illegal immigrants went of a killing, raping and robbery spree all over the state.
Californians were for the first time in my life forced to close and lock all of their doors and windows. It was a sad day.
Things began to change dramatically by 1984. We sit around and wonder why our kids are not playing outside anymore. We wonder why kids have little or no motivation to earn a dollar. Trust me when I say this. All of that is gone here in Los Angeles and most of it at the hands of illegal immigrants. Paper routes are now done by illegal immigrants. Mowing yards as a kid for a few bucks? A thing of the past. Now there are 5000 illegals with lawn mowers all chasing the same nickel all over town. Hell kids can’t even get a job at a local fast food joint anymore. Its all gone.
by the early 1980′s an alarming trend began here in Los Angeles. It got to the point that If it wasn’t bolted to the ground or set in concrete in your front yard, it was gone by morning, and I am talking about anything and everything. By the mid 80′s you had to start locking your garden hose in the garage because it would seemingly disappear overnight. The hub caps off your car? Gone. Anything of ANY value would simply disappear.
It has now become so bad that the state of California had to stop replacing the brass caps on fire hydrants with new brass caps because they would almost immediately be stolen. Brass has a high recycling value and as quick as they were replaced they were stolen again. all the caps are made from PVC. They are not rated for pressure and will fail if the hydrant valve ever fails, but brass caps are expensive.
Manhole covers were next. Who steals a manhole cover? They were caught and indeed they were illegal immigrants. I would get up early to go running at 4:30 am. I would run the local neighborhoods for 5 miles or so. It was then that I first saw it. I call them “land pirates.”
These are bands of illegal immigrants roving the neighborhoods in trucks, filling them with whatever they can get their hands on. They work the middle and upper class neighborhoods under the cover of darkness, and they usually do their dirty work on the night we here in the suburbs call “trash night.” There is a method to their madness.
I watched as wave after wave of these land pirates dropped off their friends onto my street, first casing the yard for garden hoses, sprinklers or anything else of any value, looking in every car window, then digging through the trash cans for the scraps. I began to watch every Tuesday from the shadows of my porch until one of them broke the window out of my car and took a case of cassette tapes. I had him and his friends arrested.This behavior continues to this day. They steal the wire (copper) from traffic signals. A few years ago 2 illegal immigrants were killed when they cut into a high current electrical transformer trying to steal the wire in Riverside CA. A machine shop in San Diego was stripped of not the machines, but all of the copper material stock, wire and copper plumbing in the building. Three illegal immigrants were arrested five days later trying to recycle the stolen goods. You can’t use a public restroom here in Los Angeles that has not been completely vandalized to the point of being almost destroyed anymore. Again something I never saw before the invasion. GRAFFITI is everywhere. Walls, ANYTHING plastic, including the toilet seats are scribed with graffiti. People piss and shit on toilet seats, but they will use a can opener to scribe their graffiti into them. Toilet doors are broken off. To add insult to injury, it turns out that in Mexico the plumbing is not large enough to accomodate toilet paper, so the illegals just wipe their asses and throw the soiled toilet paper on the floor. Piles of it until the businesses were forced to put trash cans next to the toilets.
Most restaurants don’t even install an actual glass mirror anymore because they get vandalized almost immediately. They tried using polished stainless steel for awhile, but the gangs discovered “acid etching pens” and that took care of that. The city (not the entire county) of Los Angeles spent 88 million dollar dealing with graffiti removal in 2012.I can go on for a long time with it all, but I digress. What was a safe way of life is gone forever. Now you take your kids to Toy’s R Us and the toys are stitched and wired into the box. It takes 10 minutes to get the toy out of the box. I remember when my sisters would buy a Barbie and they were simply placed on a shelf in a box that Barbie would fall out of when opened so you could actually see if it was the one you wanted. In fact, almost every toy is wired or sewed into its packaging. It was not like that when I was a kid because our society wasn’t full of thieves.
These are but a small snippet of the unreversible impact of illegal immigration and the toll it has taken on the American dream here in California. It’s also the future of what will eventually happen in every neighborhood in the United States. Today, the Hispanic community largely act as if they are still in Mexico. Its a common thing to sit and hear an entire business transaction done in Spanish. No one seems to care anymore about right and wrong and more importantly, what’s good for California and the United States. Politicians are bought and sold to the highest bidder. Laws are passed to stop the devastation and shot down time and time again by the courts.
Many have asked me why I stay here in Los Angeles. Its because I am a dying breed here. I am standing my ground and not giving an inch. LA is where I was born and raised. We have it all here. Beaches, mountains, deserts and everything in between. Its a beautiful place is you don’t mind the graffiti. JD