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When I go back to the neighborhood of my boyhood, I see as many as 100 or more men standing on corners of several busy intersections where homeowners have rehabbed older row houses in a once trendy part of Baltimore City.
At red lights, these day laborers anxiously stare at each driver, and when a pretty woman happens to walk by them on the sidewalk, there are often catcalls and kissing sounds that fill the air.
These men are here seven days a week, come rain or shine. If you are bold enough to walk by them, a few will ask your for a cigarette in broken English, or even ask for money, as happened to me one day. The man wouldn't take no for an answer, and followed me all the way to my car door. He refused to move, and I almost ran over the foot of the man, who reeked with alcohol and cursed me in Spanish.
Last Reporter: Sanctuary Policies Changing Neighborhoods For Worst (broken link)
This is the sad truth of the state of our country. The blight described in this article is becoming the norm in every neighborhood invaded by illegal aliens. It’s as though our pandering government won’t be satisfied until the entire country has been transformed into third-world squalor.
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