Welcome to Ritmo!
Back in the day, if you knew the term Gitmo, you were either in the Navy or the Marine Corps. Gitmo was slang for the Naval Base at Guantanamo Bay in Cuba. Now everyone knows about it. And like Abu Ghraib, not in a good way.
But how tainted, how shameful, how disgraceful is that name now?
Welcome to Ritmo!
"But civil liberties and immigration law groups allege that out of sight, the system is bursting at the seams. In the Texas facility, they say, illegal immigrants are confined 23 hours a day in windowless tents made of a Kevlar-like material, often with insufficient food, clothing, medical care and access to telephones."
And "An inspector general's report last month on a sampling of five U.S. immigration detention facilities found inhumane and unsafe conditions, including inadequate health care, the presence of vermin, limited access to clean underwear and undercooked poultry."
They broke the law, the US law, to come to America to find a better life. Instead they've been imprisoned.
Do you hear that? It's Lady Liberty crying silently.
But how tainted, how shameful, how disgraceful is that name now?
Welcome to Ritmo!
"But civil liberties and immigration law groups allege that out of sight, the system is bursting at the seams. In the Texas facility, they say, illegal immigrants are confined 23 hours a day in windowless tents made of a Kevlar-like material, often with insufficient food, clothing, medical care and access to telephones."
And "An inspector general's report last month on a sampling of five U.S. immigration detention facilities found inhumane and unsafe conditions, including inadequate health care, the presence of vermin, limited access to clean underwear and undercooked poultry."
They broke the law, the US law, to come to America to find a better life. Instead they've been imprisoned.
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
Do you hear that? It's Lady Liberty crying silently.