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Immigrants - Out of Time and Place

Turkish women in Germany

"States have the right to regulate migration flows and to defend their own frontiers, always guaranteeing the respect due to the dignity of each and every human person. Immigrants, moreover, have the duty to integrate into the host country, respecting its laws and its national identity". - Pope Benedict XVI in a message for the coming 97th World Day of Migrants and Refugees, to be observed on January 16th, 2011

The German Chancellor Angela Merkel announced recently that the multicultural experiment in the German society failed to succeed. 

Unlike the United States, European countries are not functioning well as the melting pots. The cultural and historical identities are clearly delineated.

While most European countries welcomed foreign immigrants and refugees from all over the world, great number of the non-European foreigners failed to integrate into the European societies. This gave rise to frustration and the growing nationalistic sentiment all over Europe.

Muslim immigrants seem to be more resistant to integration than any other ethnic group living in Europe.

No one in Europe wishes to be accused of racism and bigotry, but the growing tension in Europe is becoming more and more visible and calls for a solution.

The head of Germany's center-left Social Democratic Party, Sigmar Gabriel, has told the German publication SPIEGEL ONLINE that the country should get tough on immigrants who are unwilling to learn the language and integrate. He says they should be supported, but that the government and society should also make demands.

The Germans seem to be divided on the subject. A controversial new book by Thilo Sarazin who is a member of the German Central Bank, has, on the one hand, generated opprobrium from the political elite, on the other, a mass following in the German society. He even found supporters among the immigrants who see integration as vital not only for the German society, but also for the development and prosperity of the immigrants themselves. Sarazin's choice of language may seem most unfortunate if not horrifying when viewed in the context of the German past, but the problems underlined by the author are real. He described problems with integration, which are indeed deplorable, but he introduced an element of biological determinism bringing back the infamous racial theories that were propagated by the Nazis. Yet the question Sarazin is asking is not without ground. He climes that the Turkish and Arab integration is a failure. People who do not want to learn the German language and are not interested in the German culture contribute little to the modern German society. Immigrants from countries like Pakistan and Afghanistan take advantage of the generous social welfare system without giving anything in return.

Growing crime rate, violence, terror threat and a complete lack of integration are also visible in other European countries, most importantly in France, the Netherlands and Great  Britain. As former colonial powers these countries took large number of immigrants from the former colonies and managed to create eclectic societies. However, the influx of immigrants continues and the new immigrants do not show any signs of integration or even willingness to adopt the cultural standards of their new home countries. Instead, they demand concessions that make the natives uncomfortable or angry.

The problem in Europe is very complex and solution seems almost impossible. There is very little upward mobility among the immigrants. Many remain poor, forever dependent on the social welfare systems. The negative image of some ethnic groups makes them vulnerable to discrimination. And yet, people cannot simply be forced to learn the language, but without the language fluency their chances of success diminish considerably. Without education better jobs will remain forever elusive and so will the prosperity. Caught in the vicious cycle, they begin to despise their new home.

By Dominique Allmon ©2010

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Hereafter - Clint Eastwood's New Movie

The Eternally Boring Hereafter

By Michael Shermer

After a string of highly successful and critically acclaimed films by Clint Eastwood (Million Dollar Baby, Gran Torino, Invictus, Flags of Our Fathers, Letters from Iwo Jima), I fully expected his latest, Hereafter, to be so well written (screenplay by Peter Morgan) and so compelling that stories about near-death experiences would skyrocket and that I would be preoccupied for months dealing with media inquiries about “true stories” of the hereafter. Alas, and with some relief, this will not happen as Hereafter is possibly the worst film Eastwood has ever directed. 

If the hereafter is anything like its filmic namesake, then it will turn out to be glacially slow, eternally boring, and pointless, with seemingly random plot lines aimlessly wandering about the ethereal landscape. I wanted to like this film, despite my skepticism on its subject, because I like Clint Eastwood productions and I’m a sucker for a well-produced story, able and willing to suspend disbelief long enough to get emotionally involved. I tried but failed to do so with this film. It’s a bomb. Don’t bother to see it in the theaters, and don’t even waste a couple of bucks on a Netflix rental.  

The only redeeming part of the film was the striking opening scene of the tsunami in Southeast Asia that sets the background for the first plot line. An attractive French reporter leaves her lover in their hotel room to go shopping for his kids among the street vendors below. When he hears a disturbing sound and looks out the window he sees the ocean receding, followed by a massive body of water rushing back in to the shore and slamming into buildings and leveling everything in its path. From the woman’s street level view tucked in among buildings she can only see trees felling and chaos approaching with only enough time to realize that there is no time to do anything about it. She is swept up in the tsunami’s leading edge and slammed about cars, building debris, trees, and the like, until she is whacked on the head unconscious. Cut to minutes later when she is being given mouth-to-mouth resuscitation by rescuers, to no avail. They give up and move on to the next victim, whereupon she comes to life, after a brief encounter with the hereafter, which Eastwood portrays as a fuzzy, nebulous place with people walking about aimlessly. It’s a portent of things to come.

The second plot line is Matt Damon’s psychic character George, a former psychic who gave up fame and riches because his “gift” is also a curse. A cross between James Van Praagh and John Edward, George concedes to a reading for a client of his sleazy brother (Jay Mohr) and scores several hits. The brother encourages George to quit his job at a San Francisco dock and return to the psychic world, but he will have none of it as it’s just too emotionally traumatic to read people’s inner thoughts (that much I suspect is true, if any of it were true, which it isn’t). Matt Damon’s love interest is the beautiful Bryce Dallas Howard, whom he meets at a cooking class, but after nearly an hour’s worth of romantic buildup to some sort of coming together, she departs the film for good after George reads her and conveys the message that her deceased father is sorry for the naughty things he did to her as a young girl. 

The third plot line develops around 12-year old twins named Marcus and Jason, who live with their drug-addicted mother in London, England. Jason is hit by a car and killed, leaving Marcus to wander about the city in search of a psychic who can connect him to his brother. Here at least Eastwood had the good sense to depict what most psychics are like - scammers and flimflam artists conning their marks out of a few bucks by talking twaddle with the dead through standard cold-reading techniques. Marcus is dismayed by the idiocy of these pretenders and finally returns to the foster home where he struggles to keep his sanity.

For an hour and forty-five minutes all three of these plot lines run parallel, leaving audience members to wonder when - oh please when?! - will they finally be brought together. Finally, after what feels like an interminable marathon of tedium, George quits his job and takes a vacation in London to visit the home of his favorite author, Charles Dickens. While there he notices a flyer for a lecture about Dickens at a book fair in London, where, per chance, the French reporter is doing a signing for her new book on life after death, which she was inspired to write after an hour and a half of futzing around with her mundane reporter’s job distracted by her experience with the hereafter in the tsunami. By chance, little Marcus finds himself drawn to the book fair where he recognizes George from his web page photos, and begs him for a reading, which he finally gets. Naturally, George is better than those phony psychics, and Marcus encourages George to seek out the French woman so that they may all connect to the dead. George and Marie find a love connection as well and the story ends happily ever after.

Never have I been so relieved for a movie to end. There was one memorable moment, however, and that was the opening line of the opening trailer before Hereafter even started. The trailer was for a January 2011 release called The Rite, staring Anthony Hopkins as an American priest who travels to Italy to study at an exorcism school. (You can watch the trailer here). The line that rather caught my attention as I was settling into my seat, was, “You know the interesting thing about skeptics?” To which I blurted out “No, what?” The answer: “It’s that we’re always looking for proof. The question is, What on earth would we do with it if we found it?” I know what I do with proof when I find it. I publish it! Another character in the trailer then says “I believe people prefer to lie to themselves than face the truth.” 

Here, then, in this trailer is the message for belief in the hereafter. If there were proof of it, we would publish it to the high heavens. But, since there isn’t, most people prefer to lie to themselves about it rather than face the truth that it is what we do in this life that counts.

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