mete, . . . unless your family tree is awash with names like Jumping Bear, Ruptured Possum, Princess White Birch, or Running Horse: you need to calm your ancestral self down a notch.
Not knowing your pedigree, . . . I doubt that it is Shawnee, Iriquoi, Souix, and Navajo. Probably more like German, Polish, English, French, Dutch, Danish, Swede, Scot, Irish, etc. or some combination thereof.
That having been said, . . . you have no more right to jump up and down about Latinos or Asians or African Americans, . . . or anyone else. The only difference between you and them, . . . your ancestors might have had a legal piece of paper, . . . but they probably did not (the vast majority of all immigrants has historically been illegal), . . . and you really are not any more than a squatter yourself.
Ownership of this planet was not platted and ceded to any particular race, ethnic group, or skin color. Matter of fact: ownership belongs not to anyone on the face of this earth. Stewardship is the very best we can hope to ever attain, . . . and truthfully: we have all been pretty sorry even at stewardship.
Now don't think I'm ranting at you, . . . because I am not. I am a white, anglo-saxon, protestant (WASP for short) myself, . . . but I know that I too am only an interloper on the 10 acres I habitate for the time being. It is up to me to continue to nurture, sustain, and steward my land to be productive, and if it means sharing it with someone who says "Heil" or "Shalom" or "Como Esta", . . . that's cool too. They have every single bit the same right to be here as I have. I just may have gotten here a bit sooner.
Besides that, . . . I have been in some of the places they have come from. I have slept in their beds, . . . eaten their food, . . . (but I didn't drink the water
), . . . and "walked a mile in their mocassins". That is why as a 17 year veteran of our armed forces, . . . I have no qualms about opening the doors and letting them in. Come to think of it, . . . were you ever there???
May God bless,
Dwight