There was an old man on the Border,/Who lived in the utmost disorder;/He danced with the cat, and made tea in his hat,/Which vexed all the folks on the Border. – Edward Lear, “There was an Old Man on the Border”
Let’s remember why we put up the fence in the first place, the fence that stretches along the boundary between us and the neighboring land. Yes, let’s remember the promised expectation of security and protection. The fence was meant to keep out undesirable elements. The fence will ensure our land remains pure and is not polluted by those we do not like, those we do not approve of, those who are not like us. Let’s remember how different they are from us. Their religious beliefs. Their cultural customs. Their appearance. They are completely different from us and we did well to keep them out with the fence.
Yes, there was that time Marie’s daughter got sick. She was expecting a baby then, and our best healers could not help her. We brought in a healer from the other side of the fence, and yes, her life was saved.
But that was years ago. Some of the younger people talk about taking down the fence, but we know better.
Let’s remember that there are some people who never change.