Salamanca has not yet been culturally enriched by migration policy. I had a dramatically different experience than in Madrid days earlier. I walked around after dark, on empty streets, completely comfortable. Nobody threatened me. I didn’t see any public nudity or any primal scenes. I did not have to witness the sadness of people dragged halfway across the world to be lonely, displaced and lost.
It slaughters me that lefties think they are doing Africans a kindness by dragging them over to the economy of mass unemployment in a culturally alien world. They never cared to look these people in the face. They are incapable of noticing their sadness.
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