It looks like you're using an Ad Blocker.
Please white-list or disable AboveTopSecret.com in your ad-blocking tool.
Thank you.
Some features of ATS will be disabled while you continue to use an ad-blocker.
During a Tuesday city council meeting in New York City, African migrants complained about the food they were given and having to leave the city accommodations after a set period. One woman, speaking through an interpreter, told the Committees on Immigration and Hospitals that her children "cannot eat the food at the shelter.
She added that during Ramadan, a period where observers can't eat until sundown, "we couldn’t eat because when you come back for the breaks the food is no good at all."
"And they give us two months to stay at the shelter and then you have to go out again with your luggage and your kids and find another place. It’s very difficult." She also complained that her older child, 18 or 19 years of age, doesn’t have schooling.
originally posted by: ToneD
but, but, but how will u.s.
survive without the cheap labour ?
Can't have it both ways.
I hear that israel too is importing hindu's by the boatload
to replace palestinian cheap labour now.
. . . so much for self sustainability.
_________________
originally posted by: ToneD
but, but, but how will u.s.
survive without the cheap labour ?
originally posted by: GENERAL EYES
Hell, I'm a Native Born American raised on Nitrates and Government Cheese and I don't even qualify for a SNAP increase even though my Doctor recommends I change my eating habits due to High Cholesterol and Salt Sensitivities.
And this psychowoman wants luxury meals in accordance with her traditional fare?
Move to California.
They have TONS of Whole Foods and Trader Joes there.
Bon Appetit.
My Husband and I took a trip into town to the nearest Walmart Market, and in order to get in and out quicker, I told him I was going to grab some Kraft Singles for sammiches and would be right back. I got lost in the Department, overwhelmed with fancy cheeses from all over the world, and finally had to ask a nice young man where the freakin' singles were.