REVIVE “OPERATION WETBACK” NOW..!

operation wetbacksHow do you think this would go over in our “Politically Correct” age of today?

What did Hoover, Truman, and Eisenhower have in common? Here is something that should be of great interest for you to pass around.

I didn’t know of this until it was pointed out to me. Back during The Great Depression, President Herbert Hoover ordered the deportation of “ALL” illegal aliens in order to make jobs available to American citizens that desperately needed work.

Harry Truman deported over two million Illegal Aliens after WWII to create jobs for returning veterans.

And then again in 1954, President Dwight Eisenhower deported “13 million” Mexican Nationals! The program was called ‘Operation Wetback’. It was done so WWII and Korean Veterans would have a better chance at jobs. It took 2 years, but they were all deported!

Now…if they could deport the illegal aliens back then – we can surely do it today?

lf you have doubts about the veracity of this information, enter Operation Wetback into your favorite search engine and confirm it for yourself.

Reminder: Don’t forget to pay your taxes… 12 million Illegal Aliens (and more every day) are depending on you for a free ride!

Authored by ssbn727 of the American Welding Society 09-17-2009
ICE has begun the process of removing the millions of illegal aliens who have illicitly found their way into the United States. They will be removed as fast as they come in. Mexico, using our strong immigration laws, is doing a very good job of stopping people…….

I, for one American Patriot, am behind President Trump all the way. My only question is, why were they ever allowed here in the first place and I’m not just speaking of the ones that are here now, but all of them all the way back to President Herbert Hoover, and probably before that?

I was born in 1943 in the foothills of the Ozark mountains in Southeast Missouri.  I was raised by my Grandparents and I grew up picking cotton in the fields of my Grandfather’s farm in the flatlands at the edge of those foothills of the Ozarks.

When work was lax on my Grandfather’s small farm, my Grandfather and I would hire out as hands to pick cotton for some of the larger landowners. The work was hard, the hours were long, and the money was small but it helped keep my Grandfather’s farm afloat.

I remember very vividly the first time I saw Mexican illegals. I was about seven years old (which would have been about 1950) and my Grandfather and I hired out to work for the largest landowner in our area. As was the custom of a workday in the fields back then, we arrived at the field ready to work just before sunup, in the cool of the morning when the dew was still on the ground. You were paid by the pound and the wet dew made the cotton weigh more. Got to know your business!

As we pulled up to the field, two pickup trucks with camper shells on the back pulled up right behind us. Suddenly there was a rush of short brown men pouring from the interior of the campers and cabs of the trucks. They were jabbering in a language I had never heard before as they rushed to dawn their cotton sacks and then they immediately spread out across the ends of the rows of cotton and without looking back, they started picking cotton like machines. I looked at my Grandfather but he never said a word as he handed me my cotton sack and straw hat as he walked off toward the end of a row of cotton with me close behind.

There were other local farmhands arriving as we went to work and later that day as we stopped for lunch I asked my Grandfather who the little brown men were and where they came from. I knew they were not from around where we lived for even though I was young, I knew most everyone for at least twenty miles in every direction as they all went to our church.

He told me they were Mexicans from Mexico and that by law, they weren’t supposed to be here and that the big landowners hired them because they worked for less money per pound of cotton than what he had to pay us.

That was all he would say about the matter. Later I saw him and the landowner talking and my Grandfather seemed to be quite upset about something. Even though I couldn’t hear what was said, it was quite obvious by the volume and tone of their voices, they were in disagreement about something. I didn’t ask and my Grandfather never said but I figured it had something to do with the illegal Mexicans being here. To me, this was certain, as my Grandfather was a very gentle man, and I very rarely, if ever, heard him raise his voice to anyone, even me when I did something foolish when I knew better.

When lunch was over and we started back to work, I counted twenty-nine Mexicans and eight local farmhands not including me and my Grandfather. The field we were working in had rows of cotton about one-quarter mile long and at least one half mile wide which would make the acreage right at eighty acres. With a total of ten local farmhands working, it would have taken us approximately three and one half to four days to pick that field clean; it was finished by sundown of the second day and the Mexicans loaded up and drove off into the sunset with our money in their pockets.  Money that should have been in the pockets of the rest of us who depended on it to be able to make it through the coming winter.

I graduated from high school in 1962 and joined the military two weeks later. Mechanical cotton pickers had shown up on the scene in our area by then, but the Mexicans were still there as they had been every year since the first time I saw them. Now they were picking what cotton the machines left behind as the machines weren’t very efficient according to my Grandfather.

I am a 77 year old man now and my Grandparents and their farm are all just a memory that I hold dear in my heart, but I also remember how much harder times got each year after the Mexicans started showing up in our neck of the woods that 70 years ago.

Democrats say that illegals don’t take jobs from Americans, but I am here to bear witness that they did then and I have no reason to believe they don’t in this day and time. I see whole crews of Mexicans all the time working for roofing companies and on other jobs on construction sites. These are jobs that Americans can and should be doing for a fair wage, but the illegals will do it for less, thus taking American jobs away from Americans.

Illegal aliens from Mexico and other parts of the world have been allowed by our politicians to pour across our Southern border for decades without any effort, other than what is mentioned here, to prevent it from happing. Now it is to the point that it has become a crisis and still our elected officials in Washington (Democrats) sit on their hands, bickering, and are at odds in an agreeable way of preventing it, except for President Donald Trump.  His is the only voice to be heard across this land in defense of the American worker, security on our borders, prevention of illegal immigration, and our American way of life.

My Grandparents, their farm, and their way of life have been gone for decades, however, I still remember and miss them and our way of life greatly. But I will guarantee you now that if Americans don’t do something about what the Democrats are doing to this country, American will become nothing more than the “HAVES & THE HAVE NOTS!” Guess who the “HAVE NOTS” will be!

Get on board the “TRUMP TRAIN” and secure the borders, kick the Democrats and their illegal constituents out of office, and out of America.