Border Son
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South of the border, the chain of events set into motion by an impulsive act will almost certainly lead to death--for Tyler and for those who try to help him. But before Ed can recover his son, he will have to tear down the wall that has been built up between them.
With insight and artistry, Samuel Parker brings the dusty and dangerous streets of a Mexican border town into sharp focus in this suspenseful reimagining of the Prodigal Son story.
Samuel Parker
Samuel Parker is the author of Purgatory Road, named one of Library Journal's Best Books of 2017, and Coldwater. Born in Michigan, he was raised on a never-ending road trip through the US.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/53.5 stars. Solid thriller. Wished the father character had been more developed.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This is a tense, often riveting, but deeply flawed story of a father who answers a summons to rescue his son from a Mexican border town where he is being hidden after crossing a drug lord. Since the whole point of the book is to bring the father and son back together, the fact that the escape route doesn't particularly require the father's help makes this almost silly. The writing veers back and forth between excellent--in action scenes when the bullets are flying--and awkward--when the author is trying to delve into the emotions of the main characters. The ending is satisfying, and the after-effect is real: you won't be taking any Mexican vacations any time soon.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Border Son is a story about the bond between father and his estranged son. Ed Kazmierski hasn’t seen or spoken to his son Tyler for some time. Not since the time Tyler called from an El Paso jail. He hasn’t given up on him but cannot keep fixing his mistakes. Tyler is now involved with a Mexican Cartel and although shot and left for dead, his life is spared and with the help of a priest, he needs to escape back to the US. There is where Ed comes in and the two of them struggle to survive and one never knows when a miracle could happen. I found the story captivating and although there is much bloodshed, It is more of a story of relationships. I enjoyed reading this one.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5When Ed Kazmierski learns his estranged son, Tyler, is in deep with a drug cartel in Mexico, he heads south to try to help him get away. Ed and Tyler are woefully unequipped to deal with the trouble that surrounds them, but this is Ed's last chance to connect with a son he's not sure he's all that interested in connecting with. Parker's Border Son is a quick read, with lots of action. But it's mostly the stuff of nearly every action movie of this type - flat characters, bloody episodic violence, a plot that's there mostly to set up action sequences. Not bad, mind you, just average. Would love to see what Tarantino would do with the story!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I received this book as An Early Review copy. I really enjoyed it. Once I got started, I couldn't put it down. The chapters are all very short which I enjoyed as I could sneak in a few minutes of reading and still finish a chapter or two. It is a very fast read. I found the story very intriguing dealing with the drug cartel, the Mexican border town and the relationship between father and son. How far will a father go to save his long lost son. This is a story that will stay with you for quite some time.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Samuel Parker is a very good writer. I think his characters were well fleshed out and I could certainly relate to the father-son dynamic inasmuch as the love a dad has for his child and the lengths to which he'd go to help him.Having said all that, this is not the kind of story I read often. Ed, the father, gets a message that his drug-dealing Tyler is in trouble. Having essentially disowned his son years earlier, something compels Ed to go across the border into Mexico to help Tyler. What follows is again a well written book but without much resolution. I don't have any interest in the cartels or the Mexican drug trade in general (except when it comes to Breaking Bad of course!), and we got a lot of that here.If you like parent-child road-trip-like stories (like a really messed up Finding Nemo), you'll enjoy this.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a dark and brooding tale of a long-estranged father and son taken from the prodigal son story. The characters feel real and give a heart wrenching pull to the reader.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5I really didn't go for this book. It was technically written well, and Parker clearly is not a hack. But the plot just really let me down. The story was something we have read and seen in movies dozens of time before. Delinquent son gets in trouble with bad men, plain spoken Midwest father goes to his aid. Stock drug villains, corrupt government officials, etc. Parker includes a caveat in a authors note saying he respects Mexican culture and hopes he hasn't offended anyone, yet almost all the Mexican characters are "bad hombres" or suffering peasants. Nothing really terrible here, but nothing very original either.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I liked the suspense this book provided, especially because it wasn't predictable, nor was it lengthy. Most of the scenes got a bit scary, but it was still good. The ending left me wondering what may happen with the now reunited father and son.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Samuel Parker's "Border Son" is a wild ride all the way from Kansas down to the southern border of New Mexico, and finally into the cartel dominated city of Nuevo Negaldo, Mexico. It is the story of one American who, almost through sheer chance, manages to save the life of a Mexican he happens to be jailed with, forming a bond between them that would impact the men in ways that neither could have imagined beforehand. But at its heart, this is a novel about sons and their parents - parents who will do and risk almost anything to save the lives of their children. Camilla knows that her son is doing terrible things on behalf of the cartel boss who controls Nuevo Negaldo, but she still remembers how good a son he was to her just a few years earlier. She dreams of rescuing her son from the life he lives now. Ed is not so naive about his own son, Tyler, and the two have been estranged for several years when Ed learns that Tyler is in danger in Mexico. What happens when the paths of these four converge is the thing that narcocorridos are written about to this day, the thing of legend."Border Son" is a timely look at what is going on in northern Mexico and along America's southern border today. Samuel Parker tells a good story, and he is someone to watch in the future to see what comes next.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a really interesting retelling of the Protigal Son story. It’s difficult to imagine what it would be like to endure the heartache watching your child make terrible, life altering mistakes. Would we be willing and able to welcome them back with open arms like the Biblical story? This is what Boarder Son explores.I really enjoyed reading this story. I was captivated and couldn’t wait to see how it turned out.I found the writing vivid and very well done. This is the first book I have read by this author and I was impressed. *Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a complimentary copy of the book mentioned above in the hope that I would review it on my blog. A positive review was not required. All opinions are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.*
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5An introspective look at the southern border and the relationship dynamics of families. Author, Samuel Parker, put significant research into making the border and drug trade portrayed within accurate, however, the action was slow to develop and the characters failed to grip and connect with the reader. *Disclaimer: A review copy was provided by the publisher. All opinions are my own.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I received a copy of "Border Son" as an Early Reviewer.In a book that is especially timely, given the problems associated with our southern border, Samuel Parker has done a masterful job of creating a look into the lives of those living on both sides. He shows the parallel lives of two young men, one American from the heartland and another, a Mexican from a border town, and how their choices in life impact them, their loved ones, friends and others, with an emphasis on how their respective parents deal with their children's actions, the illegal activities, and those acts done with good intentions. Their lives play out in the midst of drug smuggling, corruption, murder, deceit, betrayal, and cartel mayhem and torture. The parallel story lines are skillfully interwoven, the characters are clearly drawn, with their strengths and their weaknesses. "Border Son" is a fast-paced adventure that keeps the reader involved all the way. I look forward to reading more from Samuel Parker. I rate this book as 5 stars!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I enjoyed this book very much. It kept me totally interested and I read the book in one day. There were a lot of twists and turns and enough suspense to keep me reading to see what would happen next. I had never read a Samuel Parker book but after reading Border Son, I would recommend this author.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/53.5 stars (some review sites make me pick a whole number of stars, so it may differ). At its heart, it is a story about parents and children. Like another reviewer, I noted a bit of a parallel with the Biblical story "The Prodigal Son" though this is set in the world of Mexican drug cartels and gangs.Ed lives in Kansas and hasn't seen his son, Tyler, for many years. The last he knew, Tyler was in an El Paso jail on a drug related charge. Camilla lives in Mexico but crosses the border into the U.S. for work each day. She has a son, Roberto, who is involved with Los Diablos (a gang as best I can tell). Though the gang is not involved in the drug transporting, the local cartel leader often farms out dirty jobs (like killing those who defy him) to the gang members. Roberto met Tyler in the El Paso jail when Tyler took a shiv meant for him. Roberto feels an obligation to Tyler for this--so when he's ordered to kill Tyler, he fakes the killing and makes arrangements to get Tyler away from the cartel. These arrangements include his mother, his uncle (Felipe, a priest), and Tyler's father. Camilla helps because she is glad that Roberto is doing something noble instead of the gang related stuff. Tyler is surprised that his father is willing to come, given their long estrangement.It ends up being a lot of people looking over their shoulders waiting for the other shoe to drop. Tyler knows if Salazar's men find out he is alive, they will kill him. Roberto realizes his actions have been found out when Felipe is killed and figures he's next. No one knows who to trust because so many people have been bought off by the cartel. A nice side note is that Camilla and Ed appear to bond over their love for their respective children and their desire to keep the children safe and over their losses. The ending seems to provide a bit of hope in that the government appears to find the drugs Tyler stashed (possibly with Tyler's help) and Tyler appears to have changed from the drug junkie he was at the beginning of the book and seems to desire renewing a relationship with his dad. Note: I received an ARC from LibraryThing Early Reviewers in exchange for an honest review.
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Border Son - Samuel Parker
A dark, gritty story takes the reader on a journey to the other side where light banishes the darkness and good triumphs over evil. A father learns his criminal son, who made all the wrong choices in life, is in danger and swoops in for the rescue, searching diligently until he finds him, then risks his own life to save him. Clearly allegorical, this is a story that will stay with the reader long after the last page.
Lynette Eason, bestselling, award-winning author of the Elite Guardians and Blue Justice series
Praise for Coldwater
"Parker, who also wrote the excellent Purgatory Road, has a real knack for creating fully realized characters and putting them into situations that force them to act in unexpected ways."
Booklist
Parker has an exceptional talent for drawing out the suspense.
Killer Nashville
Praise for Purgatory Road
"Not for the faint of heart, Purgatory Road is a compelling story that suspense fans are sure to love."
Bookpage
This is a skillfully written, gripping thriller, well supported by the author’s fine eye for setting and ear for dialogue.
Booklist
In a voice that is as hypnotizing as a desert mirage, debut novelist Samuel Parker entices readers down a dangerous road, where the forces of good and evil are as crushing as the Mojave heat. This is suspense in its purest, most unfiltered form.
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© 2019 by Samuel Parker
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An Excerpt from Purgatory Road
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Man has places in his heart which do not yet exist, and into them enters suffering, in order that they may have existence.
—Léon Bloy
Author Note
Writing about a culture that I am not a part of was always going to be a dangerous proposition, especially in this day and age. My love and interest for the southwest and for Mexico comes from an unknown source. I am fascinated by the people, the myths, and the environment. If I have done a disservice to any of these during the writing of this book, it was never my intent.
Roberto, Camilla, and all the inhabitants of Nuevo Negaldo are not to be interpreted as caricatures of an entire people, but individuals. If anything, I wanted to represent the relentless devotion to family, an aspect of Mexican and Latino culture that I admire.
I am in debt to the works of Dan Slater (Wolf Boys), Luis Alberto Urrea (The Devil’s Highway, Across the Wire: Life and Hard Times on the Mexican Border), Charles Bowden (Murder City, Down By the River, El Sicario: Confessions of a Cartel Hit Man), Yuri Herra (Signs Preceding the End of the World), and Alfredo Corchado (Midnight in Mexico) as well as countless other authors who have written on the Drug Wars along the southern border. I will also freely admit that Felipe may be a little too indebted to Graham Greene (The Power and the Glory).
I am also indebted to my friend Sylvia Villalobos Everitt, who answered a slew of major and minor questions concerning Mexican-American culture, always willing to help steer me in the right direction as far as customs and language. If I made any mistakes or blunders in this book, it is due to not asking enough questions which I am sure she would have gladly answered.
At the end of the day, I wanted to write a story about family, set in a part of the world that inspires my imagination. To that end, I ask for your grace.
Dramatis Personae
Ed Kazmierski
Tyler Kazmierski
Camilla Ibanez
Father Felipe
Agent Lomas
The Owner
Julio—coyote
Juan—migrant
Luis—migrant
Los Diablos
Roberto Ibanez
Miguel
Adan
Cartel
Hector Salazar—plaza boss
El Aguila—Cartel boss
El Matacerdos—sicario
Arturio
Vicente
1
The sun was cresting the low eastern hills of Nuevo Negaldo as the rusted Buick made its way through the still-sleeping town. A street sweeper turned his head and crossed himself as the car passed. It moved steadily, pushed neither by schedule nor fear of discovery. No one would dare watch it, and no one would dare talk.
Roberto Ibanez had driven this route before, so often that his mind would normally drift to the tune of the narcocorrido playing on the car’s radio. But today was different. He was focused. Miguel sat in the passenger seat dozing, his head against the tinted window, his sleep apnea abated only when the car’s suspension jolted.
The town gave way to the high desert scrub and emptiness. They drove into the sunrise, the day’s story just beginning.
His left hand on the wheel, with the other Roberto rolled a coin through his fingers. The image of Our Lady of Guadalupe on one side, script on the other.
Our Lady of Guadalupe
Help All Those Who Invoke
Thee in Their Necessities
Help Me to Alleviate All the Suffering
and Misfortunes in the World
Back and forth the coin rolled, back and forth his thoughts vacillated with the movement. His fate oscillating in his hand. He could not make up his mind.
Miles from Nuevo Negaldo the car stopped, kicking up dust that blew through the sagebrush. The doors opened and Roberto and Miguel got out. They walked around the back of the car and opened the trunk. Miguel stretched his back and yawned.
In the trunk were two men.
Roberto reached in and pulled out the first man. Then the second. Crammed in like sardines, their legs numb and asleep, the victims were unable to support their weight and they crumpled to the ground.
Each hostage had their hands bound behind their back with duct tape, one strip across their mouths, another across their eyes. The first captive was shorter, his Mayan heritage darkening his skin and stunting his height. The other was a gringo.
Miguel, you take him,
Roberto said as he pushed the bound Mexican.
Miguel simply nodded and went to work.
Several yards off the road, Miguel forced the man down to his knees, drew a 9mm from his belt, aimed it at the back of the man’s head, and pulled the trigger.
The Mexican fell against the desert floor, his feet spasming against rock as the blood left his body. Miguel fired two more shots into the dying form and then stretched his back again. Violence before breakfast was hard work.
Still standing behind the car, Roberto looked down at the coin in his hand. Our Lady looked up at him from the silver surface. He put the coin in his pocket as he whispered into the gringo’s ear.
Listen. I am going to shoot you. You will not die. It will hurt like hell, but fall forward and don’t move. It is the best I can do.
The gringo tipped his blindfolded and gagged head, his breaths becoming more hurried and laborious through his nostrils.
Roberto grabbed the man’s shirt above the left shoulder and pulled down, tearing the fabric and exposing the gringo’s skin. Reaching into the trunk, he took a half-empty bottle of tequila and doused his victim’s back, then took a swig of the remaining drops and threw the empty bottle on the ground.
Miguel returned to the car, tucking the gun into his overexerted waistband.
Roberto looked back with vacant eyes. My turn.
Miguel got back into the Buick to enjoy the show from the comforts of the air-conditioned interior. Roberto pushed the gringo out to the killing ground. Just past the first victim, he forced the man down to his knees. He drew his pistol, ejected the magazine, removed one of the hollow point bullets, and replaced it with a ball round. He jammed the clip back into the pistol and chambered it.
"Be strong, mi amigo," he whispered.
One shot into the man’s back and the gringo fell. Roberto stepped over him, gun pointed down, and fired two quick rounds. He holstered the gun in his belt, then crossed himself. Turning back to the car, Roberto walked to the driver’s door, got in, and drove back to Nuevo Negaldo.
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The first shot had thrown Tyler forward, smashing his face into the dirt. Excruciating pain stabbed into his back and beat with his quickened pulse. Dust filled his nose as he sucked in against the tape over his mouth. His ears were ringing, left deaf by the two shots that had ricocheted off the hardpan next to his head. He felt the earth spinning beneath his masked eyes, the vertigo trapping his own thoughts inside his head, isolated from the world.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Pain.
The stabbing turned into burning and he could feel his blood pooling beneath him from his shoulder. The bullet had passed through, into the rock, burrowing a hole into the earth which now drank from him. The ringing in his ears slowly subsided, replaced by the desert silence. The only sound was his labored nasal breaths. He may have passed out or may have been aware. Roberto could have shot him five minutes ago or five hours, he could not tell.
The heat of the sun scorched his back.
Summoning his strength, Tyler tried to roll over but was stopped halfway by the lifeless body that lay next to him. He could feel his hair, wet, and didn’t know if it was his own blood or Ignacio’s. Tyler kicked at the body and grunted. No response. He kicked again.
Dead.
Ignacio had been tough. Smart. He had taken the beatings the night before quietly. Ignacio thought they would let him go. Now his mind was free of the burden of wondering. But then again, Tyler didn’t expect it to end this way either.
The sun traversed the sky, but his only notice of it was the intensity of heat on him, baking him. The pain in his wound slowly numbed as the nerves exhausted themselves. He felt like a brick, his shoulder melding with the stones.
Time passed.
He heard a car approach, its four cylinders sounding as if only two still had life. It shuddered to a stop some distance away. Tyler heard a door open and close, then footsteps to his side. With a quick pull, the tape was ripped from his eyes and he was blinded by sunlight. His mouth was soon released and he sucked in air.
A small man squatted next to him, and as he poured water out of a bottle into his mouth, it ran down his cheeks. The man then poured some over Tyler’s hair and neck, cooling him down. With a pocketknife, the man freed Tyler’s hands.
Can you get up?
he asked with a thick accent.
I don’t know.
Well, then, I must drag you.
The man grabbed Tyler’s good arm and began to drag him toward his car. Tyler attempted to get his legs under him, but only succeeded in pushing his heels into the dirt, helping what little he could to move his body through the dust. The man pushed him into the passenger seat of an old Ford Falcon and slammed the door. Tyler watched as the man walked over to Ignacio, bent down, and examined the body. He then kicked up the ground where Tyler had been lying and rolled Ignacio onto it.
Soon the man returned to the car, put it in drive, and headed back toward town.
Who are you?
Tyler whispered. He felt on the verge of an abyss and a willingness with each passing second to fall into it.
Felipe. Father Felipe.
How did you find me?
Roberto.
Tyler’s eyes grew heavy. The throbbing in his shoulder returned. Words became exhausting. He trying for sainthood?
Felipe laughed to himself. No . . . he will never be that.
Well, he’s one today.
Yes. Maybe just for today.
Blackness overcame him as the sun shone bright over the desert east of Nuevo Negaldo.
3
Roberto sat below the oscillating fan nailed to a dark corner of one of the grimiest cantinas in Nuevo Negaldo. Miguel was busy throwing money at one of the women smuggled up from the poor villages in the south to dance on the tables and then be discarded when the next batch arrived. Roberto sipped his beer and eyed all the men who came and went, the bartender, the girls as they moved in and out of the back room. His anxiety had risen with each mile they drove between the killing ground and Nuevo Negaldo. He had second-guessed himself the whole way back, and had considered turning around and killing Tyler where he had left him.
But by this point, Felipe had most likely found Tyler and taken him into hiding.
That was the agreement.
It was a dangerous game that he had started—this demented plan to repay a debt—and there were few that Roberto could trust to help him execute it. Felipe was one of them.
His uncle. He could trust him.
He thought he could trust Miguel, but just to be sure, he had gone through the motions and left his compadre in the dark. Miguel was an ox, and dumb as rocks, and if he knew the plan Roberto had laid out for Tyler to get out of Mexico, under Salazar’s nose, then he might just tell the wrong person out of sheer stupidity. Miguel was good muscle. He was good because he didn’t have many thoughts slowing down his actions.
They had been ordered to take Tyler and Ignacio out that morning and kill them. Hector Salazar, the plaza boss, had ordered it, and when the order came down, there was no question. Roberto and Miguel had arrived at Salazar’s hacienda, watched as some men loaded the two doomed souls in the back of the car, and then drove out. They had done it before, many times, and the routine was one thing Roberto hoped would aid in his plan. Having Miguel witness him shooting the American would not provide his dumb friend with anything out of the ordinary to report.
The only thing that could expose the plan was Tyler himself. Either he was already dead out in the desert, Felipe had picked him up, or . . .
The sunlight coming through the open door would dim in shadow when a patron would enter. Each time Roberto found himself holding his breath in case an unlikely event would happen—one of Hector’s men dragging in a half-alive Tyler and demanding an explanation.
It never did.
The last part of the plan was simple and complex at the same time.
All that remained was to get him across the border.
It was this last point, waiting out in the future, that unnerved him to no end. The border. Tyler could not simply walk across. He could not drive across. All roads north were watched and monitored by Salazar’s men and informants on both sides of the border. Even some of the US Customs guys were on the payroll. They would find Tyler. And if they did, not only would Tyler take a bullet in the head, but Roberto could also go down. They would probably kill Miguel too, just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Miguel looked over to Roberto, a half-drunken smirk on his face, oblivious to the potential danger his partner had put him in. He laughed and turned back to his entertainment.
The last part would be difficult.
It hinged on one person now. One person who had no idea what she was being asked to do, but would do what Roberto asked because she loved him and would do what she could to help him. She always did, and even though there were few in this life that Roberto cared about, he cared about his mother above all others.
He would ask her to make a phone call, and the outcome of that call would determine how much longer he had to bear the anxiety of his actions. The phone call. It had popped into his mind just as quickly as had the idea of getting his uncle Felipe to go retrieve the body. A memory of something Tyler had said, way back, presented itself before him as clear as the desert sun. If there was anyone who would risk helping Tyler, it was the person his mother was to call. And if they didn’t help, then Roberto might as well just drag Tyler back out to the wasteland and shoot him dead.
He felt a twinge of guilt, involving his mother and uncle in this. Felipe at least knew the brutality of the world, but his mother seemed to float untouched by its harsh realities. And even though they were oblivious to the peril circling around them, he justified himself by thinking that he was doing a noble deed. A deed they always wished he would do. To be a good man, not a hood, a tool of Salazar and the Cartel. Perhaps this would be the only good thing he would ever do. He couldn’t do it alone, he needed the help of others to make it happen. It just couldn’t get done fast enough.
4
Iglesia de Señor de la Misericordia was on the western side of Nuevo Negaldo. The church was built from river stone over a hundred years before. It had been built on the remains of the mission that the Apaches had burned down. The church stood in memoriam of the few brave souls who survived then and since, those who scratched out an existence in this barren land. The stone looked wet, its glossy tone a contrast to the sandblasted adobes, as if the building shed continual tears for her children running wayward through the streets.
Father Felipe had spent his entire life here. His childhood spent wandering the arroyos and hillsides, his teenage years doing more unwholesome things. But once a man, he took Holy Orders and had ministered to the people of Nuevo Negaldo the best he could. The border had always been dangerous and Felipe could think of no better place to ply his trade.
It was home.
These were his streets, his people, and he loved them both.
Iglesia de Señor de la Misericordia was his refuge from the violence, and it was a refuge for many in these barbaric times. Most of the regulars were old women lighting candles for hooligan grandchildren caught up in the crime of the city. Many of their men were either in the north earning remittances for their family, in jail, or dead before they had the opportunity to be grandfathers. And when they came back with enough money to return, they got out of Nuevo Negaldo as fast as they could. They would return, gather what was left of their families, and go to a place where they wouldn’t be caught in the cross fire of the rival factions.
Felipe was old enough to have witnessed the full progression of many cholos. From baptism to altar boy to gangbanger, then a body on the street riddled with bullets. The procession of the coffin would lead out of the church to the cemetery, another life gone to the angels. He would look at the new altar boys and see in their faces the next round of sicarios and victims, and yet he carried on as a beacon of hope to whoever may come to the church for help, no matter what they might have done.
He was not an idealist or a romantic. He knew that these boys had few options. They were the poor of Mexico and would be the illegals of America. What more could they hope for? He would pray for them, help them where he could. But he also knew they would thank him for his kindness and then inflict unmerciful harm on another the next day. He didn’t attend to them for who they might become, and didn’t refuse them for what they had done. He simply offered his assistance as it was required.
And so it was a natural