Miller’s powerful lines, the ones that really froth the mob, all revolve around immigration. To stoke the emotions, he repeatedly references the brutal murder of Kate Steinle at the hands of an illegal immigrant.
“How many children are dead because of our sanctuary cities?” he asks. “Don’t ever, ever let anyone tell you that you’re not a good person because you want to secure the border!”
And then, playing John the Baptist to Jesus, Miller says, “I have some good news for you, folks, I have some fabulous news.” And he brings on, that’s right, Donald the Savior.
According to a long profile of Miller by Julia Ioffe in Politico, Miller is fast becoming the forward face of the Trump campaign. His former boss, Alabama Sen. Jeff Sessions, said he can’t think of anyone as valuable to a presidential campaign since Karl Rove. When Trump brought Miller on board, Ann Coulter, America’s blondest race-baiter, tweeted, “I’m in heaven!”
But what stopped me short in Ioffe’s report was this biographical tidbit: Stephen Miller grew up in Santa Monica, in a Jewish family.
Cue the record scratch. What? I doubted the Family Miller came over on the Mayflower, and I was positive they weren’t here to greet the boat. Could it be this young anti-immigrant leader is the descendent of immigrants? With the help of attorney and genealogy whiz E. Randol Schoenberg, I had my answer. On his mother’s side, Miller is a Glosser — and you could write a book on the Glossers. In fact, someone did.
For $19.99, I bought the Kindle edition of “Long Live Glosser’s” by Robert Jeschonek, a history of Pennsylvania’s first family of retail.
“Imagine living in a place where armed Cossacks ride through the streets, looking to cripple or kill you,” Chapter 3 begins.
And so it was Wolf Lieb Glotzer and his wife, Bessie, sought to flee “dreary, scary” Antopol, in Belarus. On Jan. 7, 1903, Wolf arrived in New York aboard the German ship S.S. Motke with $8 in his pocket. He was eventually joined by his son, Natan, a tailor, and his brother Moses, who had arrived earlier, having escaped conscription in the czar’s army. On a visit to Uncle Moses, Natan stopped in Johnstown, Pa., and fell in love with the place. He found work as a tailor and soon bought the shop.
You know the rest. Glosser’s expanded. More family, including brother Sam, joined in, and Glosser Bros. eventually grew into a chain of dozens of stores, becoming a beloved part of the community before eventually closing. And so it was: Sam Glosser begat Isadore, whose grandson is, yes, Stephen Miller.
By becoming Trump’s anti-immigrant avatar, Miller demonstrates that in America, truly anything is possible: The great-grandson of a desperate refugee can grow up to shill for the demagogue bent on keeping desperate refugees like his great-grandfather out.
But it’s different now, you say. Miller’s forebears came here legally, and Trump is not about stopping legal immigration.
Well, false. Last week at a rally in Portland, Maine, Trump attacked legal immigration from countries that are “prone to terrorism,” including Somalia, Morocco. Uzbekistan, the Philippines, Pakistan, Yemen, Syria and Afghanistan.
“We’re letting people come in from terrorist nations that shouldn’t be allowed because you can’t vet them,” Trump said, according to The Washington Post. He warned the crowd of “outsiders pouring into our country.”
(How a Trump administration will handle immigration from Israel, where far more terrorist acts are committed than in Morocco, is anyone’s guess.)
And for Miller to say his family came to America “legally” is simply a ruse. There was no illegal immigration at the turn of the century, because all non-Asian immigration was essentially legal until the 1920s.
Then, as now, angry voices fought to keep these immigrants out. They organized the Immigration Restriction League, focused on shutting the ports to swarthy Italians and Jews.
“The floodgates are open,” wrote one anti-immigrant newspaper editor as the Eastern European Jews docked in New York. “The horde of $9.60 steerage slime is being siphoned upon us from Continental mud tanks.”
Such sentiments led to the Immigration Quota Act of 1924 — which effectively shut the door to Jewish immigration on the eve of the Holocaust.
Miller’s stump speech taps into that same, ever-present strain in the American body politic. But when an American Jew turns on immigrants, there is a whiff of head-scratching hypocrisy, if not something more clinical. It is taking the side of people who, in a historical blink of the eye, would have met your own great-grandparents at the docks with stones and spitballs.
It is taking a fixable problem like immigration reform and making it intractable by stoking anti-immigrant fear and hate, by calling for a ban on an entire religion, by demeaning the sons and daughters of immigrants by race — all things Miller and his boss are doing. The goal of that behavior isn’t to fix a broken system, but to score political points off it.
Regarding this line: “Could it be this young anti-immigrant leader is the descendant of immigrants?” Everybody is a descendant of immigrants because nobody sprouted from the earth.
Wondering why immigrants might not want more immigrants is like wondering why a guy who lands the woman of his dreams might not want other guys taking her to bed.
Let’s take the example of a good Jewish liberal op/ed writer who secured the love and commitment of a wonderful woman. Would he want her sharing her bed with other men and women? If not, why not? If she is great, why keep her all to yourself?
So too if you are an immigrant who made it through the arduous legal process of becoming an American citizen (like my parents and I did), then you may not want American citizenship given to people who came here illegally and you may not want it given to people who are a bad fit (for instance, blacks and Muslims and mestizo Mexicans).
I suspect Rob Eshman lives in a nice home. Why doesn’t he give it up to people less fortunate than himself? Why is he choosy about the type of people he invites over? I am fascinated by leftists who have nice homes and are very selective about who they invite over. Why don’t they live in black neighborhoods? Why don’t they live in Mexican neighborhoods? Why don’t they live in Muslim neighborhoods? No. They always prefer to live in expensive white and east-Asian neighborhoods.
Eshman’s powerful lines, the ones that really froth the mob, all revolve around the evils of racism and yet he practices good racial hygiene in his own life, he chose not to live in a majority black or Mexican or Muslim neighborhood, and what’s more, he — gasp! — practiced eugenics by being very choosy in whom he selected to be the mother of his children.
To stoke the emotions of Jews, Eshman repeatedly references the brutal murder of six million of his tribesmen in the Holocaust at the hands of goyim.
I doubted the Family Eshman came over on the Mayflower, and I was positive they weren’t here to greet the boat. Could it be this aging pro-immigrant newspaper leader is the descendent of racist people who would not marry non-Jews? Well, I never.
By becoming Trump’s pro-immigrant enemy, Eshman demonstrates that in America, truly anything is possible: The great-grandson of people who would not marry non-Jews and an ardent supporter of the Jewish state is bent on maligning those who want the same things for their people.
And for Eshman to say his ancestors refused to marry non-Jews for noble reasons is simply a ruse. It’s racism and racism is bad according to people like Rob Eshman. Being racist is being like Hitler and Trump is Hitler.
From the Robert DeNiro movie, The Good Shepherd:
Joseph Palmi: Let me ask you something… we Italians, we got our families, and we got the church; the Irish, they have the homeland, Jews their tradition; even the niggers, they got their music. What about you people, Mr. Wilson, what do you have?
Edward Wilson: The United States of America. The rest of you are just visiting.
Goyim have interests too.
Regarding immigration from Israel, it is not Jewish Israelis who are committing terrorism.
As for illegal immigration prior to the 1920s, there were places like Ellis Island which screened people before letting them through. America was not a country where just anybody could show up. It was a country for white people of good character.
“Most immigrants, illegal or not, come to America to live secure, prosperous lives.”
Well, how are those second, third and fourth generation Mexican-Americans doing? Pretty lousy. Pro immigration Mexican-American intellectual Gregory Rodriguez writes in the New York Times: “In Los Angeles, which has the largest Mexican population in the country, there is no ethnic-Mexican hospital, cemetery or broad-based charity organization.” There’s no college either.
Steve Sailer argues that Hispanic immigration is “recreating the racial hierarchy of Mexico” in California:
While upwardly mobile Mexican-Americans marry blonde Anglos, downwardly mobile white men wed Mexicans. Now, there is no doubt plenty to be said for getting hitched to a Mexican lady. They probably tend to make better mothers, homemakers, and cooks than the leggy blonde careerists who, however, are so much more in demand in Southern California. But sadly, there is a big social cost to Anglo-Hispanic marriages—which raises severe doubts about America’s ability to assimilate Latino immigrants. As pro-immigration/pro-assimilation researcher Gregory Rodriguez admits, “Surprisingly, in most homes headed by an Anglo/Latino couple, Spanish becomes the household language.”
Thus, those L.A. blue-collar whites who don’t flee to Utah will tend to assimilate genetically and culturally into Latino culture.