Auntie Zeitunie may be an African living in Irish South Boston, but she’s got the concept of chutzpah down like a schnorrer:
[You can watch here.]
“If I come as an immigrant, you have the obligation to make me a citizen.” Those are the words from 58-year-old Zeituni Onyango of Kenya in a recent exclusive interview with WBZ-TV.
Obligation. It is our obligation. We are obliged to make a citizen out of this serial law-breaker.
Zeituni Onyango said she came to the United States in 2000 and had every intention of leaving. Then, however, she says she got deathly ill and was hospitalized. When she recovered, she said she was broke and couldn’t afford to leave.
For two years Onyango said she lived in a homeless shelter, before she was assigned public housing despite thousands of legal residents also awaiting assistance. “I didn’t take any advantage of the system. The system took advantage of me.”
“I didn’t ask for it; they gave it to me. Ask your system. I didn’t create it or vote for it. Go and ask your system,” she said unapologetically.
And she’s right. The system provided her assistance despite her status as an illegal immigrant.
Of course she’s right, and she was right to scam the system (or at least try) if the system was willing to be scammed—but where the hell was her loving nephew while she lay deathly ill and suffered for two years in a homeless shelter? He couldn’t organize a little community assistance for his sainted aunt? How depraved is that?
Onyango hired a top immigration lawyer from Cleveland to help fight her case. We asked how she afforded that lawyer, when she claimed poverty.
“When you believe in Jesus Christ and almighty God, my help comes from heaven,” she responded.
When asked about cutting in line ahead of those who have paid into the system she answered plainly, “I don’t mind. You can take that house. I will be on the street with the homeless.”
“To me America’s dream became America’s worst nightmare,” she said adamantly. “I have been treated like public enemy number one.”
What gall, what insolence. Because we didn’t live up to our obligation to take care of her, the American dream is her nightmare. Her publicly subsidized nightmare. She violated two orders to leave the country, took housing (from others) that wasn’t hers to take, contributed money illegally to her nephew’s campaign—in other words, showed contempt for the laws and sense of fairness of the land that accepted her—and she spits in our face.
She is still living in South Boston public housing, unemployed, and collecting about $700 a month in disability, she says. And now, Zeituni Onlyango is in this country legally.
In May 2010, Onyango’s case went back before the same judge who ordered her out of the country in 2004. This time she was granted asylum in the United States. The ruling said a return to Kenya might put Onyango in danger.
Did her nephew, the President of the United States influence that immigration judge? “No influence at all, from nobody, from nowhere,” Onyango said.
No, of course not.
The disability is a new scam, by the way. She used to have a job (or claimed to), but then this happened:
And as we all know, no one with a disability can be expected to work. How horrid the thought! All disabled people malinger in their subsidized houses and complain about how the system mistreats them, don’t they?
But then she was healed, as if by the divine touch of her negligent nephew! (Note same outfit, same companion carrying same bag—I maintain same day.]
Can’t wait for Part Deux of the interview in which Zeituni says “I am a Yankee fan. The Red Sox suck.” And “If Larry Bird weren’t white, he’d be just another guy.”