The arguments are the same. The tone changes, the words are softer, but the logic is the same. Then, they spoke of necessity. Now, they speak of compassion. Then, they spoke of property. Now, they speak of opportunity. But the shape of the thing does not change.

The Economic Justification:

In the antebellum days, the planters and the merchants insisted that slavery was indispensable to the economy. The fields would not be worked without it. The wealth of the South depended on it. The cotton would not be picked, the sugar would not be cut, the tobacco would not be harvested without the slave. Slavery, they argued, was not just a system of labor—it was the foundation of prosperity. The alternative, they claimed, was economic collapse.

Today, the same words are spoken with different syllables. Business owners, farmers, and politicians insist that mass immigration is necessary to keep the economy running. The crops will rot without it. The restaurants will close. The construction sites will sit idle. Without foreign labor, wages would rise, profits would fall, and the entire system would slow down. The language is softer—more professional, less brutal—but the core claim is the same: without cheap, pliable labor, the economy will suffer.

The Moral Rationalization:

The antebellum slavers spoke of the "civilizing" effect of slavery. They claimed it rescued the African from the supposed barbarism of their homeland. They said slavery offered religion, structure, and a place in a superior society. Slavery was cruel, yes, but they called it a "necessary cruelty." It was harsh, but better than the alternative, they insisted. Slavery was the slave’s salvation.

Today, the immigration proponents make the same case with different ornaments. They say the migrants come from broken places. Failed states. Poverty. Corruption. Famine. War. The immigrants, they say, are better off here, even if they suffer. Yes, they live in overcrowded housing. Yes, they are underpaid. Yes, they are exploited. But it is still better, they say, than where they came from. They are grateful for the scraps. That is the story. That is the justification.

The Caste System:

Slavery formalized the caste system. The slave was chattel—legally inferior and permanently bonded to the lowest rung. There was no upward movement. The master and the slave were separate not only by law but by blood, by language, by culture, by the absolute order of the world.

Mass immigration creates the same result but with a subtler hand. The new caste is not bound by chains but by wages, by papers, by language, by origin. The immigrants become the permanent underclass. They are offered no path to real power. They fill the lower orders: the dishwashers, the gardeners, the laborers. And it is understood—by the masters and by the natives alike—that they will stay there. A few will rise, but most will not. They will remain in the kitchens and the fields and the factories. The natives will see them that way. The immigrants will see themselves that way. And the upper classes, the ones who benefit from their labor, will see both groups that way.

The Convenient Indifference:

The slavers looked away from the whip, the lash, the chain. They knew it was there. They knew the overseers broke the bodies and sold the children and starved the weak, but they did not think about it. They did not want to think about it. They kept their eyes on the cotton and the gold.

The immigration proponents look away from the exploitation too. They know about the underpaid, off-the-books labor. They know about the overcrowded tenements. They know about the trafficked children and the women who disappear. They know about the fentanyl and the MS-13 foot soldiers. They know the exploitation happens in restaurants they dine in, in homes they visit, in businesses they support. But they look away. They keep their eyes on their cheap goods, their cheap labor, their full crops, and their profits.

The Knock-on Effects:

The slavers were blind to the future. They did not see what their system would create: the collapse of their society, the total defeat of their region, and the generations of chaos and instability that would follow. They only saw the profit, the labor, the crops.

The immigration proponents do not see what their system creates. They do not see the unraveling of cultural bonds, the fracturing of the social fabric, the eventual displacement of their own people. They do not see the permanent underclass they are building. They do not see the resentment that festers. They do not see the day when they will be the ones on the outside, when the society they once ruled no longer belongs to them.

The Same Arguments, The Same Blindness:

Then, they said it was right because it was necessary.

Now, they say it is right because it is compassionate.

Then, they called it their way of life.

Now, they call it their values.

Then, they said the world would fall apart without it.

Now, they say the economy will collapse without it.

Then, they did not ask what would happen when the order failed.

Now, they do not ask what will happen when the order fails.

The words have changed. The System has not imho.

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And the men who bring them in—the ones who fill the ships and sign the papers and open the gates—they know this. They knew it then. They know it now. They knew the slave didn’t want to be in the cane field, and they know the migrant doesn’t want to die in the drywall dust. But it doesn’t matter. The hunger is real. The desperation is real. And that is enough.

It is no coincidence that the men who defend it now are the same men who defended it then. The Democratic Party. The same blood. The same breed. The men who once sat in white-columned homes and spoke of their "peculiar institution" now sit in glass towers and talk about "economic necessity." The ones who once filled their pockets with the sweat of chained men now fill their war chests with the sweat of brown men on tourist visas.

They call it compassion. They called it stewardship then. They say it is kindness. They said it was charity then. They dress it up with new words, but the shape is the same. They take the easy way out. They always do. They always have. They are not builders. They are not planters. They are thieves with silver tongues.

They do it to fatten their coffers, but it is not just greed. That would be too simple. It is hatred, too. They hated the white working man then. The poor Irish. The dirt-poor Scotch. The ones who lived in shacks and fought their wars and made them rich. They hate him still. The man in the trailer. The man in the broken town. The man who built the factory and then was thrown out of it.

And they hate the immigrant too. They will smile at him and they will hold up his child at their rallies, but they hate him just the same. They keep him in the dirt. They keep him on his knees. They give him just enough to stay alive but never enough to be free. He is a tool to them. A warm body. A means to an end. They let him in so he can die in the dust and keep the wages down.

They hated the white man then. They hate him now.

They used the black man then. They use the brown man now.

And they will do it again. And again. And again.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5698134&forum_id=2#48772262)