Word: rios
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Each immigrant, whether he crossed the Pacific on a 747 or the Rio Grande on a compatriot's shoulders, is bristling with old-fashioned ambitions. Each harbors a plan, or at least the rough vision of a better life. More and more head for the new ethnic metropolis. "Los Angeles," says Rand Corporation Demographer Kevin McCarthy, "has become the natural embarkation point to the U.S. There's no-question that it is the new Ellis Island." L.A. has no central processing facility like Ellis Island, or any Pacific Coast Statue of Liberty, no romantic symbol for every country's immigrants...
...double the average annual influx, may sneak into the country before 1983 is over. More than half a million will become permanent residents, joining the shadow population of 3.5 million to 6 million illegal immigrants already here. They come for jobs, scrambling through fences, hopping freight trains, wading the Rio Grande, or riding in trucks with smugglers, who charge as much as $2,000 a head. Said a Mexican baker in Phoenix who smuggled his wife and ten children across the border: "It was too hard to make a living in Mexico with so many kids. What you might earn...
...boyish and plain-spoken Motley relies on agile street smarts rather than deskbound knowledge, and on an instinctive gift for dealing with individuals rather than ideas. The son of an American oil executive and a British-Brazilian mother, he was born and grew up amid sun-splashed privilege in Rio de Janeiro. After graduating from the Citadel military school in Charleston, S.C., Motley joined the Air Force and was posted from 1965 to 1967 in Panama-his only Central American experience-and later in Alaska. There he switched careers and founded what has since become the largest real estate firm...
...Rio Piedras...
When are the people of this country going to realize that we must stop the Communist threat in Latin America? Are we going to wait until the guerrillas cross the Rio Grande before we do anything...