A move to the coffee machine is necessary to find out what is taking so long. An investigation turns up the cause. The communication screen clearly asks if a regular cup or something special is required. Neglecting to make a choice sends the machine into hibernation. The original settings called for a regular 10 oz delivery. The machine must have taken some advice from the WordPress Happiness Engineers and decided to do something different. So the question is answered, and in a happy moment, the cup is delivered.
The clock is at hand, and after a sip of soothing syrup, the setting is May 24, 1924. The time is two hours, and the location is the South Lawn of the White House in Washington, DC. The plunger is pulled, and we arrive just in time to witness Calvin Coolidge signing the Immigration Act of 1924.
The act limited immigration in response to public and political anxiety about the country’s rapid social and demographic changes. The 1924 act supplanted earlier legislation by vastly reducing immigration from countries outside the Western Hemisphere: Immigrants from Asia were banned, and the total annual immigration quota for the rest of the world was capped at 165,000—an 80% reduction of the yearly average before 1914.
The law was passed in both houses of Congress with very few dissenting votes. A strong West Coast lobby effort designed to limit Asian immigration proved successful in the final passage of the law. The 1924 act would define U.S. immigration policy for nearly three decades, until being substantially revised by the Immigration and Nationality Act of 1952 and ultimately replaced by the Immigration and Nationality Act of 1965. The 1924 act also made provision for the founding of the US Border Patrol.
The act incensed the government of Japan, and some believe it laid the groundwork for the attack on the US in 1941.
It is a lovely day in Washington, and the signing ceremony on the South Lawn is brief. Our alarm goes off, and the couch becomes the new destination. A text notification comes through. It’s from Linda Hill and reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “move.” Use it as a verb or a noun; write the first thing that comes to mind. Have fun!
Move by John W. Howell © 2024
“Boy, times have changed.”
“I know. Can you imagine banning an entire culture in this day and age?”
“Yeah, I don’t even want to comment on that.”
“Wise man.”
“I see you snuck the prompt in early.”
“I had to. There was the opportunity, and I took it.”
“Speaking of opportunity.”
“You want to move to the pub?”
“You are a mind reader as well.”
“It doesn’t take a mind reader to figure out your move on a Saturday.”
“Bam. He does it again.”
“Uber?”
“Over there.”

“I would say you’re kidding, but I know that is not true.”
“Fully air-conditioned. Room for three. Yes, I’ll stand.”
“What did this cost?”
“Nothing. A friend of mine owns it. We just need to deliver a hay bale, is all.”
“To the pub?”
“No, there’s a farm a little bit out of the way.”
“How far out of the way?”
“Two hours.”
“Aw, man. Let’s just get a car.”
“And miss the fun?”
“I know I’m going to regret this.”
“It’ll be fun.”
“I’ve heard that before. Okay, Let’s go.”
“You won’t be sorry.”
“I think I already am.”

























