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Chapter 11 b
While Hapgood
and Jon were having a lunch of crepes at a restaurant in the stylish Georgetown
section of Washington, miles away in Baltimore Aden Kamali
waiting to see his dean at Johns Hopkins.
Dean Braddock was not happy looking forward to the interview. Kamali was
unquestionably brilliant, and his reputation was above reproach. But his visa was in trouble. It was the kind of thing that could usually
be negotiated, but in the past few days the Inland Security people had been
intransigent.
It was hard enough to attract
good graduate students under any circumstances.
But now with half the world turning hostile toward
Too
completely. When half of a supply source drops off and
the numbers remain constant, there are three possible reasons. One possibility would be that the random
fluctuations in the market simply damped out the effect, making it
invisible. That was not credible with
such a large segment of the world disaffected.
The second possibility was that the supply was wonderfully elastic, that
the slightest increase in demand ushered in a flood of thoroughly capable
people.
The third and true
possibility was that the demand was very inelastic. Those graduate students were absolutely
needed. That meant the status was
brittle. American graduate students were
simply incapable of producing the numbers and skills to keep the system
rolling.
"Sit down,
"We're going to have to
let you go."
"Why, Dean
Braddock?"
"It's your visa. It really is a minor problem, but Inland
Security is not letting us breathe. I've
handled twenty cases like this in the past, but since the skyscraper attack
…”
“What has the skyscraper
attack got to do with it?”
“They are beefing up security
because the Purity of Islam has claimed responsibility.”
“But, Sir, there is no such
group.”
“Do you know something I
don’t know?”
“No. Yes.
Look, there’s this thing called the
“I don’t know much about the
“Well, I believe you. For all I know Inland Security believes
you. But for now, they’d deport every
Arab in the country if they had the chance.
I hope and pray they do not. You
aren’t the only able graduate student we’d lose.
“Your visa is being
revoked. You are in no trouble with the
university, and I will put in your record that you left because of reasons
totally out of your control or ability to predict. If you ever get a chance to come back, and if
you want to, I’ll do everything in my power to fix this. But right now, it is out of my hands. I can ask for visas. I can fill in paper work. But I can’t actually give you a visa.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” said
When he reached the hall he
took out his cell phone and pressed a number.
“Run down town, Gamal, and buy a couple of
trunks. We’re going to need to pack
tonight.”
Within an hour, while Hapgood and
Gamal glanced back curiously and almost immediately found himself surrounded and backed against a wall.
“Well, Ayrab,
what cha think you’re doing here? Gonna do some terrorism, eh?”
Gamal began to protest, but it did no good. The punks were not looking for the
truth. They weren’t even looking for
Arabs. They just wanted to beat somebody
up.
“Listen to him whine,” said
one of the punks.
“Listen to this,” said
another and slugged Gamal in the stomach. Gamal put up such
resistance as he could, but after being blindsided by a few more punches he
sank to his knees. One of the punks
picked up a rock and held it over Gamal.
At this moment there was a
roar as a Grand National entered the alley and sped toward them. It stopped and three figures got out. The biggest one said, “You people have a
problem?”
“La dee
dah,” said one of the punks. “Looks like a white girl and her
boyfriends.” The one with the rock
hurled it at the big one.
The punks sensed the change
in the balance of the fight and ran like cowards.
“We saw them ducking into the
alley and wondered what it was,” said
“Thank you. I’m all right,” said Gamal.
“You look kind of winded,”
said
“Yes. Yes. To the luggage store.
I’ll be all right there.”
They helped him into the car.
Hapgood and
“Glad you could speak with
us,
“American
West or Western Civilization?”
“Western
Civilization.”
“Well, in the
“What do you make of that?”
“It’s the immigrants. The babies we do have, more than a normal
proportion that is, are children of first generation immigrants. So our birth rate is just about right for
stability. It’s just that a smaller
proportion of women are having the children.”
“Poor
people.”
“Yes, poor. And of course that means they can’t offer the
advantages of a middle class home. But
it isn’t so grim. Immigrants are poor
now, but in a generation or two they’ll be assimilated and rich and those
children will be productive as anybody.”
“And have a low birth rate,”
said
“Yes, of course. That goes with wealth and urbanization. The fertility of immigrants drops rather
quickly. But there are plenty
available. It’s just a matter of selling
it to the American people. We have the
makings of a serious immigration backlash of there. That would be bad. It would put us in the same boat as
Hapgood spoke up.
“What we are curious about is when ethnic groups combine, does their
fertility drop.”
“Yes indeed. But that’s wealth and urbanization. It’s not as if fertility drops because of
mixing ethnic groups. It’s a matter of when they combine, not if they combine.”
“Do you have numbers that
would support that, for instance ethnic groups that have combined for several
generations and maintained their birth rates?” Hapgood
asked
“No. I can’t say we do. But nobody doubts what’s going on. You can collect data on ethnic groups and
watch them intermarry with others, you can watch their incomes rise and you can
watch their fertility fall. But all you
get a picture of is the whole group maturing as Americans.”
“So you can’t put together a
sample of a few thousand people, half of which have done just as you say,
entered the urban mix and become rich and childless, and the other half has
stayed home, married the girl next door and become just as rich and just as childless.”
“No, we don’t track people
that way. What you are asking for is for
us to identify everyone in the country from one census to the next. We can trace names, but we can’t really trace
individuals that way. Almost,
but not quite. Give us your name,
and we’ll try to run you down on the previous censuses, but that’s your own
business. We’d never release that to
anyone else. Neither would we tell you
the life history of anybody else.”
“But you could do it,
then. You could figure out for some group
whether there was a relationship between mixing ethnic groups and falling
fertility,” Hapgood suggested
“Well, no we couldn’t because
we know what causes the falling fertility.
And we can’t let you do it because we can’t give you other people’s confidential
material.
“But it wouldn’t do any good
anyway. Suppose you did it. You got your sample, compared people who came
from the same place and after a few years had the same incomes, and divide them
between mixed and unmixed. And suppose,
and I don’t know if you’d find it or not, but just what if you found a
difference. It would tell you nothing.”
“It sounds like it would tell
you a lot,” said
“No, people looking at it
would just say, ‘Those people who like tradition married close to home and had
big families. Those who preferred to be
modern did just the opposite. Conclusion
is no conclusion.”
“By ‘we’ you mean ...,” Hapgood prompted.
“I mean
Hapgood and
“Another bureaucrat reduced
to tears,” said
“I hope we didn’t give him
nightmares,” Hapgood rejoined.
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