My evidence is first hand. As I said, I have played both courses. I also caddied at one of them as a teenager, including in Mr. Trump's group on a few occasions. I can't speak for the rest of the country, but I can assure you that this goes one at every top private golf club in the NYC area. Twenty years ago, there were two main types of caddies: First are the so-called "pro-jocks," who are black and white migrants. They split time between the Northeast and Florida. And there are also white teenagers making extra money for college.
Over the last twenty years, the black and white caddies started being replaced by immigrants who worked harder, and appreciated the fact that they had a place to earn money without documentation. Aside from the small percentage of truly excellent pro jocks, the golfers tended to prefer the Hispanics. They worked harder, and were less likely to talk to the golfers. As of the last few years, the majority of caddies at any of these golf courses are illegals.
Donald Trump plays his own courses constantly. I assure you, he is well-aware of everything I just said.
Go ahead break the story, that is seemingly unknown- anywhere, other than your post.
I suspect that this hasn't been reported yet because very few reporters get invited to play at exclusive country clubs. However, some of these clubs do have their share of liberal members. If Mr. Trump is nominated, I do expect a reporter to eventually make the connection.
In the meantime, while I have not picked a candidate, I am not opposed to Mr. Trump. So it won't be me who does so. You made a statement that Mr. Trump does participate in illegal immigration. I gave you an example of how he does.
The takeaway is this: All candidates lie -including Mr. Trump.
Liars abound. Just a fact of life.
The hundreds of illegals are not represented, by your post.
I know about hiring folks, in the construction part of building. I have never hired an illegal person.
Yet, many folks do, and consider themselves good americans.
Your example of golf course employment is a standard met by a good two hundred years of supposedly rich punks imposing their egos on God. Startin’ back in Scotland. Phuck ‘em.
Let’s get out, the shiny new old shoes, and walk in those for a true mile. It’s about time.