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                    <description>What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe?</description> 
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                    <title>Human Rights or Economic Incentives?</title> 
                    <link>http://Miltoncito.tigblog.org/post/293513</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[It doesn't matter, is a good step<br />
Check this extarct of Article Launched on 11/20/07<br />
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'San Francisco supervisors OK ID cards for undocumented immigrants'<br />
By Javier Erik Olvera- Mercury News<br />
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San Francisco will begin issuing municipal identification cards to illegal immigrants next year, becoming the second city in the country to create such a program in the wake of stalled immigration reform efforts in Washington.<br />
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The board of supervisors Tuesday gave the final OK needed to create the ID card program, systematically legitimizing the city's estimated 40,000 illegal immigrants.<br />
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The cards will be available to anyone living in the city next August and used as proof of identity when it comes to most facets of city business, from library service to police stops. Although immigrants are the prime target for the ID program, the cards will available to anyone who wants them.<br />
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"This will recognize contributions of people who are part of the community," said Supervisor Tom Ammiano, who led the push for the cards.<br />
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"If people have to live in the shadows, it affects you, me and everyone," Ammiano said, adding leaders are also working with banks so the IDs could be used to open checking and savings accounts.<br />
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At the time, the city of roughly 127,000 was experiencing some growing pains as its illegal immigrant population grew to about 15,000.<br />
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Robbers called illegal immigrants, who routinely carry cash because they don't have bank accounts, "walking ATMs," said Kica Matos, New Haven's community services director.<br />
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New Haven began issuing cards July 24 with a $236,000 grant, expecting to hand out 5,000 cards during the first 12 months.<br />
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Ammiano said his plan doesn't only acknowledge illegal immigrants, but gives them a voice to speak up.<br />
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When it comes to basic human rights, he said, "it's not a good idea to keep your head in the sand."]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 13:41:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>when work is not dignified</title> 
                    <link>http://Miltoncito.tigblog.org/post/236655</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[(photo by Craig Sherod)<br />
It was more than 50 years ago, when the 'Braceros' came to the U.S., wave after wave of laborers were brought to work the fields under worker's guest programs that lasted years at a time. Many of them worked in the U.S. from contract to contract until they became old. So, we ask: what is the meaning of 'temporary labor'? If working constantly for little money for fifty years far from your family and ending without social security here or back at home makes you a social burden, then something is wrong with the system, something is making human kind just irrational.<br />
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					<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 15:20:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>New Legislation Needed</title> 
                    <link>http://Miltoncito.tigblog.org/post/161345</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[justiceforimmigrants.org<br />
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key bi-lingual resources to use as models for advocacy on immigration<br />
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					<pubDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2007 15:03:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>the chicken or the egg</title> 
                    <link>http://Miltoncito.tigblog.org/post/115887</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[(photo: Elena Robles)<br />
who was first? who will be last? who deserves to be righteous? who gets to dictate? who owns the law? it doesn't matter / we are here and now, a nation of immigrants from all corners of the globe forced to move in search of work, peace, properity and life.<br />
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Lets remember Whitman when he said:<br />
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FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;   <br />
Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face to face.   <br />
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Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes! how curious you are to me!   <br />
On the ferry-boats, the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose;   <br />
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence, are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.<br />
... <br />
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Others will enter the gates of the ferry, and cross from shore to shore;   <br />
Others will watch the run of the flood-tide;   <br />
Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and west, and the heights of Brooklyn to the south and east;<br />
Others will see the islands large and small;   <br />
Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross, the sun half an hour high;   <br />
A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence, others will see them,   <br />
Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring in of the flood-tide, the falling back to the sea of the ebb-tide.   <br />
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It avails not, neither time or place—distance avails not;<br />
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence;   <br />
I project myself—also I return—I am with you, and know how it is.   <br />
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Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt;   <br />
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd;   <br />
Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh’d;   25 <br />
Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I stood, yet was hurried;   <br />
Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships, and the thick-stem’d pipes of steamboats, I look’d...<br />
(fragments of "Crossing the Brooklyn Ferry-Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman - 1900) <br />
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					<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 17:44:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Globalization and the Poor</title> 
                    <link>http://Miltoncito.tigblog.org/post/79537</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[Let's not blame it all on the poverty of other countries.<br />
Let's notice how this aggressive economy is dragging them here.<br />
They may work like machines, non stop and with minimum resources,<br />
but at the end is the human who takes over<br />
(Photo. Elena Robles)]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 13:53:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>The base</title> 
                    <link>http://Miltoncito.tigblog.org/post/45377</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[...as it turns out, rich societies rest on the back of hundreds of thousands of workers -poor immigrant workers-. When one fails nobody notice it, but when they all stomp their feet at once, society trembles...documented and undocumented see the real workhorse, the needed beast of the global economy...]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2006 17:12:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>enterno retorno</title> 
                    <link>http://Miltoncito.tigblog.org/post/36883</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[is all about surviving with dignity<br />
finding livelihood investing hard work<br />
leaving their own land, friends and cultures<br />
steping into the unknown with good will<br />
before anarchy becomes an option]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Wed, 22 Mar 2006 19:27:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Rostro de vos</title> 
                    <link>http://Miltoncito.tigblog.org/post/168897</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1619/1265/1600/mario1.gif"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1619/1265/320/mario1.gif" border="0" /></a><span"font-size:130%;">Tengo una soledad<br />tan concurrida<br />tan llena de nostalgias<br />y de rostros de vos<br />de adioses hace tiempo<br />y besos bienvenidos<br />de primeras de cambio<br />y de último vagón. </span><span"font-size:130%;"><br />Tengo una soledad<br />tan concurrida<br />que puedo organizarla<br />como una procesión<br />por colores<br />tamaños y promesas<br />por época<br />por tacto<br />y por sabor.<br />Sin temblor de más<br />me abrazo a tus ausencias<br />que asisten y me asisten<br />con mi rostro de vos.<br />Estoy lleno de sombras<br />de noches y deseos<br />de risas y de alguna maldición.<br />Mis huéspedes concurren<br />concurren como sueños<br />con sus rencores nuevos<br />su falta de candor<br />yo les pongo una escoba<br />tras la puerta<br />porque quiero estar solo<br />con mi rostro de vos.<br />Pero el rostro de vos<br />mira a otra parte<br />con sus ojos de amor<br />que ya no aman<br />como víveres<br />que buscan su hambre<br />miran y miran<br />y apagan mi jornada.<br />Las paredes se van<br />queda la noche<br />las nostalgias se van<br />no queda nada.<br />Ya mi rostro de vos<br />cierra los ojos<br />y es una soledad<br />tan desolada.</span><br /><span"font-size:130%;"><em><span>(</span><a href="http://www.alumnos.unican.es/~uc1531/mario/bio.html"><span>Mario Benedetti, Paso de Toros)</span></a></em></span></div>]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 06:07:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Fragmentos</title> 
                    <link>http://Miltoncito.tigblog.org/post/168899</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[<div align="left"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1619/1265/320/1854.jpg" border="0" /><span"font-size:130%;">Yo me celebro y me canto, </span><span"font-size:130%;">y de lo que me apropie te debes apropiar, </span><span"font-size:130%;">pues cada átomo mío te pertenece.</span></div><div align="left"><span"font-size:130%;">Ando vagabundo y me tiendo a mis anchas a mirar un tallo de hierba estival.</span></div><div align="justify"><span"font-size:130%;">Mi lengua, cada átomo de mi sangre, se formaron de este suelo, de este aire, </span><span"font-size:130%;">nacido aquí, de padres cuyos padres aquí también nacieron, al igual que sus padres.</span></div><div align="left"><span"font-size:130%;">A mis treinta y siete años, con una salud perfecta, </span><span"font-size:130%;">he empezado a vivir, y sólo espero no dejar ya de hacerlo hasta mi muerte.</span></div><div align="left"><span"font-size:130%;">Que se callen ahora las escuelas y los credos, </span><span"font-size:130%;">me sirvieron y nunca he de olvidarlo, </span><span"font-size:130%;">acojo el bien o el mal, dejo que todo hable sin importarme el riesgo...</span></div><div align="left"><em><span>(Walt Whitman, Manhattan)</span></em></div>]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 06:07:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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