The jobs we don't want to do

When we say “we need immigrants because they do the jobs we don’t want to do”, I don’t feel comfortable. The jobs we don’t want to do are apparently always cleaning. People tell you they’d rather be prostitutes than clean and care for the elderly (who need to be cleaned). I don’t want to “need” immigrants. I want society to be able to absorb immigrants in a way that they do all sorts of jobs. My model is English literature. Kazuo Ishiguro, Hanif Kureishi, Vikram Seth, children of immigrants and brilliant authors in the host language, are part of the dream team of British letters.

But these boys that the autonomous communities are now dividing up —some protesting, others playing the violin— will surely not want to do these jobs either, because they haven’t accepted a dire call to go and clean. They are all boys. There are no girls. And they are all young. They don’t aspire to bring their wives and children, because they don’t have them. Their sisters have stayed there. I mean, therefore, that this strains the demographics. Unnaturally, there are more young boys, without ties.

They are young boys who have been deceived. We don’t know by whom. Some, not a few, because of this have drowned, and today their poor parents are searching for their names on the lists. It is very easy to deceive young people, because they, being young, think they won’t be deceived. The rage of all those who hid in Ceuta, hungry and dirty, and of those who will be “divided up” will pass to their children, if they have them, and to their grandchildren. It will be an eternal and furious rage. Whoever manages to get by and has a job that is not cleaning, will immediately join Vox and consider that the borders must be closed.