Between that Shelbyville film being shown around the country and the communal reading of the book—-Outcasts United, the refugee advocates of the migration industry are very very busy and it would be kind of fun (if one had the time) to study these two initiatives as examples of modern-day propaganda.
Now, I see in the wake of the graffiti incident in Concord, NH, that the good folks there can join in reading and discussing Outcasts United (just as Marylanders did last year) and as the folks in Roanoke, a refugee overloaded city in Virginia, are also doing now. (Some federal agency must be giving grants for this reading project!)
But, it might be a good idea for a balanced look to visit this post about what things are REALLY like in Clarkston,Georgia—home to the “outcasts.”
In case the story disappears, here is a description of a dilapidated, crime ridden refugee community in Clarkston where they have graffiti too:
The graffiti-adorned sign and boarded-up guard shack at the entrance of Brannon Hill Condominiums are symbolic of the rest of the residential community just off of Memorial Drive near Clarkston.
Just past the entrance, rubble from a condominium building leveled by the community’s homeowners association in 2006 has weeds growing in it. Another building, devastated by a fire in May, is in need of demolition.
Scores of units have been uninhabitable for years and are boarded up. But in many of those condominiums, residents say the boards have been removed by homeless people seeking shelter.
One problem is the lack of money in the community, which is populated mostly by Somalian refugees.
“There is very little income here,” said property manager Haji Said.
The 30-acre site in 1973 was once a vibrant community with 31 buildings, 368 residential units, a pool and two tennis courts.
Now, due to the cost of ongoing maintenance and liability insurance, the pool is filled in with grass growing on top. Grass-filled cracks cross the tennis courts—now converted to basketball courts surrounded by a rusty, dilapidated chain-link fence plagued by holes and weeds.
I doubt you will hear this part of the story at the book club meetings.