The Indian Immigration Kerfuffle—Part One
Over the course of the Christmas holidays, while reading posts from immigration proponents zealously defending the right (and imperative!) for Indians to be hired in the American tech sector, I have seen confirmed from Indians themselves many of the observations I make on a daily basis in the much humbler labor sector of manufacturing. I’d already encountered a rather accurate description of the Indian character as I experience it in Jayant Bhandari’s essay “IIndia: It’s Worse Than You Think, by Jayant Bhandari – The Unz Review,” posted on American Renaissance December 19th. I am a daily witness to some of Bhandari’s most damning conclusions about the nature of the Indian character and personality, most especially the precedence they accord their own over all others whenever possible. Add to this their disdain for their White co-workers, and you have an idea what the work atmosphere is like for blue-collar Americans.
One wonders, of course, as many have over the past week, what supports this arrogance. I mean, it’s not like they’re French or anything, with a long history of creating a many-faceted culture the entire world has envied—and attempted to copy—for centuries. It’s India—hot, stinking, over-populated, feces-strewn India.
Many participants in this social media kerfuffle have nailed the problems inherent in a liberal policy of Indian migration with deadly accuracy, even as ignorant detractors label them racists and xenophobes. The crux of the problem is that Indians don’t know where they are and do not have the capacity to understand the value of this place called America beyond what can be materially extracted from it. That’s a matter of values and sensibility, which many Americans, expressing themselves energetically on X, see clearly.
It’s also worth reminding ourselves at this point of what Milo Yiannopoulos and Allum Bokhari had to say in their now famous essay on the alt-right, published in 2019. They wrote,
For natural conservatives, culture, not economic efficiency, is the paramount value. More specifically, they value the greatest cultural expressions of their tribe. Their perfect society does not necessarily produce a soaring GDP, but it does produce symphonies, basilicas and Old Masters. The natural conservative tendency within the alt-right points to these apotheoses of western European culture and declares them valuable and worth preserving and protecting.
That was one of the clearest and most important descriptions of conservative values I’ve ever read, and those on social media decrying Indian immigration to the US have precisely those values in mind. The coarse, shallow, soulless interests of a people focused exclusively on their material prosperity, but who are at the same time incapable of reaching cultural heights themselves, will not allow the characteristics that underpinned Western cultural triumphs to flourish where their people have settled en masse. Americans instinctually know this, and are rising to the defense of these uniquely Western attributes, lest in time we find them buried under piles of putrid refuse.
Padjeet’s Great American Dream
In Bangalore’s streets, loud and wild,
Padjeet drives his rickshaw, a comical sight.
His vehicle rattles, but he drives with pride,
“America needs me!” he shouts with delight.
Three years of village school, yet he cannot read,
His dream of a Green Card shines bright indeed.
He swerves through traffic, honks loud and shrill,
Tourists cling tight, oh what a thrill!
To the US Embassy he drives one day,
Up the stairs, what a display!
“I’m an expert!” he loudly proclaims,
The guards look on, utterly amazed.
Now he sits in jail, the poor fool,
But doesn’t give up his dream, oh no!
“Free food!” he laughs, “Isn’t that neat!”
Padjeet stays Padjeet, that’s his feat.
“Namaste, my dear frens! I am Padjeet, de best ricksha driver in all of Bangalore! Listen to my story, it is wery interesting, guaranteed!
I am wery much expert driver, you see, Silicon Walley is crying for me! My ricksha skills are number one, in San Francisco, I will have so much fun, no?
Even dough I attended village school for three whole years, I cannot read or write. But dis is no problem, yaar! In India, many are like Padjeet – illiterates. We are de real experts of life!
In America, dey use funny sings for eating – fork and knife! But Padjeet knows better! I always eat wis fingers, is much better! You taste de food much more, guaranteed!
And one more important sing – in America, dey have dese funny white bowls inside houses. But Padjeet likes it natural! Outside, under open sky, dat is best place for… eh… business! winks mischievously I will teach America how to live in harmony wis nature!
America must be good country because dey have big bull statue in New York! Dis is Charging Bull, yes? I sink dis is ode to our holy cows in India! Americans understand our culture, wery good!
And den, your politicians – Biden and Trump – dey look like little monkeys, wery funny! In India, monkeys are sacred, you know? Dis means America has sacred leaders! Wery good for de country, yes?
So please, give Padjeet Green Card! America needs more Padjeet, less toilet paper! Is also good for environment! (gives thumbs up)
America will see, I am de best, guaranteed! Just wait until Padjeet marches in dere! Silicon Walley will say: ‘Padjeet, you are genius! You have shown us de way!’ And I will say: ‘Yes, of course! Padjeet always knows best!’ (nods confidently)
Dis will surely be enrichment for America! Dey will be grateful to Padjeet for all dese wisdoms!”