I was at Disney World with my family when I got to experience a version of the wall with Mexico. Why it makes sense and why it doesn’t. And even if you’ve never been to Disney, you’ll understand what I’m talking about if you’ve ever been to a show without assigned seating. It's a metaphor that might work, anyhow.
My family had really mediocre spots to see the fireworks at Disney, but they were our spots. My particular location saw more tree than castle, but it had been saved for me. And I deserved it because my family had staked the claim. Even if it was someone else's spot yesterday.
Early in the show, a little Mexican girl was encouraged by her mother to stand next to me along the railing, right in between me and my other relative. I thought it was pretty bold to force her way there, uninvited. Even if she wasn’t trying to take the seats of any of the high-rollers who had paid for desserts and a prime view, she was certainly impeding my own rights to have a poor view of the Magic Kingdom finale.
I can’t deny it was wrong for this young girl to encroach on the sanctity of my chosen viewing location. My family had spent nearly an hour finding it and saving it for me. Even though my family does not own Disney World, we put our jackets and backpacks all along that wall so we'd be able to see the fireworks; not for her.
Then again, she paid admission to get in, and she deserved to see some of the show, too. Not as good of a view as me, but some of it. Off to the side, somewhere, perhaps.
And that's what we're trying to figure out when it comes to immigration and walls in our country.
Some people own the amusement park. Some pay extra for good seats. Some put in the hard work of saving a spot early. Others, like my family, get spots a little late. Some will try to sneak next to those who have a spot. Some will just enjoy the show from a distance. Many will complain about the view.
In the end, it's just a show.