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The Legitimate State’s Right to Control Immigration

A quick note before beginning: I wrote this as a member of an extant state, in the real world. I didn’t waste my time drawing up a libertarian argument for the way things should be, and especially not under ideal conditions. So before you get all, “Oh, this guy is a statist…” I would point you to the fact that we do, in fact, live in a state. As such, we must circumscribe the scope and purpose of our inquiry.

Yours in Contemplation,
Kyle W. Richardson, J.D.



To everyone in the fully developed Western world it seems clear that where they were born plays a prominent role in determining their life prospects. Education, careers, quality of life; all of these things are very nearly taken for granted to those of us who were lucky enough to be born in these developed countries. But it is equally apparent that not all states are equal. In non-developed states, the possibilities for education, satisfying careers, and a decent quality of life are available to only the wealthiest of its citizens, leaving the most unfortunate to worry about whether they will have even the basic necessities of life, like food, water, and shelter. It seems like the miserable citizens of these states have gotten a “raw deal;” God, fate, or bad luck has seen fit to have these people born in states that are either ill-equipped care for them, or they are subjects to a neglectful or oppressive ruling class. Naturally, those who are capable will try to ameliorate their plight by moving to where the possibility of improvement exists. But what are the implications when the opportunities are on the other side of a sovereign border of another state? Does that state have the right to turn away the “refugee of circumstance?” Some insist that it is not merely unjust, but actually immoral to do so. Still others, such as Christopher Heath Wellman, take a different view. In Immigration and Freedom of Association, Wellman argues that legitimate states have a prima facie right to close their borders in any manner they see fit. This is a tough pill for some to swallow, but it is the goal of this paper to demonstrate that Wellman has successfully argued that legitimate, self-determining states have a right to choose with whom to associate, or reject association.




            Wellman begins by acknowledging two of the most powerful, and intuitively appealing arguments against closed borders; those of the egalitarian, and of the libertarian. The former appeals to the remediation of morally arbitrary circumstances of birthplace that have a negative effect on people’s life prospects, while the latter focuses on the rights of individuals as being superior to the rights of a state, specifically in controlling associations.


The egalitarian case for open borders appeals to two forms of egalitarianism; “luck egalitarianism,” and relational equality. Proponents of luck egalitarianism argue simply that it is wrong that people born in different countries should have such drastically different life prospects, and that as a matter of moral rectitude, states should not be permitted to have closed borders so that people may remediate their bad luck by moving to where opportunities are more abundant. Egalitarian Joseph Carens goes so far as to say, “Citizenship in Western liberal democracies is the modern equivalent to feudal privilege…” (Joseph Carens, Aliens and Citizens. P. 252.) The implication here is that “lucky” individuals, having not done anything to deserve such good fortune should not endeavor to keep their “privileges” to themselves, and that all of humanity is equally entitled to a “fair shake.” To the luck egalitarian, there is an imperative to remedy bad luck, and in this particular case, it requires open borders.


Wellman responds succinctly, and effectively. To paraphrase, he rebuts the luck egalitarian by saying, “So what?” The fact people can have bad luck as a result of where nature/fate put them (as opposed to some unjust social system) is not a sufficient condition to generate any obligation to remedy all cases of “natural” bad luck. This is not to say that no moral duty exists to relieve the plight of the less fortunate, but he is saying that justifying the duty on the grounds of luck is unsuccessful. He writes, “…I suggest that the most compelling understanding of equality does not require us to guarantee that no one’s life prospects are affected by matters of luck; more minimally, equality demands that we address those inequalities that render people vulnerable to oppressive relationships.” (Wellman, Immigration. P. 120.) This leads us to the other form of egalitarianism based upon “relation equality.”


Here Wellman notes that this is the more cogent approach for the open-borders crowd, at least as it pertains to those who make their argument based on egalitarianism. To relational egalitarians, the issue is not about fairly divvying up resources; rather, it is about insuring that equitable relationships exist such that no one is prevented from obtaining resources due to oppression, or neglect. To achieve relational equality, everyone must have equal access to resources that will enrich their lives; this is achieved through open borders. This view rightly acknowledges that all people are coequal moral beings, and as such, should be treated equally. But this is not what Wellman is challenging. What Wellman challenges is the inference that the people of the more fortunate state can be justifiably imposed upon and forced to cede their freedom of association in the name of relational equality. Wellman points out that the very fact that we are all coequal moral individuals with the right to self-determination, less fortunate folks do not have the right to demand that other’s rights be abridged, even if it is to remedy some inequality.


In either case, Wellman argues that the samaritan, restitutive, and egalitarian duties we have to the less fortunate may (and perhaps should) be discharged by means other than open borders, including, but certainly not limited to, sending aid abroad, helping develop inferior governments to better serve their people, or forcing rogue states to halt oppressive practices.


The next case for open borders comes from an appeal to libertarianism. As understood by Wellman, the motivation here is two-fold, advanced by claims of property rights, and to freedom of movement. In the former case, an individual’s property rights trump those of the state to the extent that an individual has a right to invite whomever he wishes onto his property, and that that invitee may stay there as long as the property owner wishes. The latter argues the supremacy of a foreigner’s right to freedom of movement compared to a state’s right to close it borders. In both cases, the flaw in their reasoning is glaringly self-evident; they assume that these rights are absolute and without qualification.

The argument based on property rights is assailed by Wellman straightforwardly; “…the crucial point here is that one cannot consistently insist that property rights are totally unlimited without committing oneself to anarchism. This is because political states are functionally incompatible with extending unlimited dominion to their constituents.” (Wellman, Immigration. P. 131.) In Wellman’s mind, the anarchy entailed in unlimited individual property rights puts the argument to bed immediately because of the conclusion’s danger, and the implications to the rest of the group.


Moving on to an individual’s right to freedom of movement, Wellman cleverly invokes an intuitive, and nearly unassailable rationale; “…I do not think that the right to freedom of movement is perfectly general and absolute. My right to freedom of movement does not entitle me to enter your house without your permission… so why think that this right gives me a valid claim to enter a foreign country without that country’s permission?” (Wellman, Immigration. P. 135.) The inference here is that just as homeowner has the prima facie right (requiring no further justification) to control who enters his home, so too do states possess this prima facie right. However, Wellman suggests that a resolution to the conflict between individual freedom of movement, and a state’s prima facie right to control its associations (and therefore its borders) can be achieved by instituting more liberal rules for granting duly limited sojourns into its territory.


Despite these objections, Wellman maintains that legitimate states (those that aim at the widest fulfillment of its demos’ rights) have the prima facie right to control its borders because of the inherent right to self-determination, of which, freedom of association/disassociation is a part.

Yeah. These are the types of people that open borders policies benefit.

Yeah. These are the types of people that open borders policies benefit.




Now that we know the lay of the argumentative land, we can move on to an evaluation aimed at gauging success. Before doing so, however, we must clarify the approach he takes. “… Let me stress that I seek to defend a deontological conclusion about how legitimate states are entitled to act…” (Wellman, Immigration. P. 116.) By invoking the deontological nature of his position, he is trying to make clear that he defends the view that states necessarily have this right, and that no further justification is necessary. This is in contrast to a teleological approach that would focus on the justifications of some right/action based on its consequences. In short, he is arguing for what legitimate states have the right to do, not what they should do. Instead, Wellman digs in, states that “so-and-so” is the case, and let the critics try to prove that it is not so.


The egalitarian approach attempts to demonstrate that the prima facie right to control one’s border is overruled by superior moral claims. This specious reasoning is easily defeated by the highly plausibly, and potentially superior solution to the problem that consists in sending aid abroad, whether by direct aid, or assistance in remediating instances of relational inequality. Further, since this approach does not strictly focus on the issue of rights, as opposed to moral imperatives, the egalitarian claims appear impotent against Wellman’s argument. For that reason, we will focus on the more plausible argument against him.


If all people have fully equal claims to rights, then the libertarian case for open borders has real potential to succeed. After all, the rights one has to make decisions about what to do or not do on his property is entirely his to make, right? Wrong. Although this author, and Wellman, is very sympathetic to the rights of individuals, this position cannot to be adhered to at its logical extreme, which is necessary to defend its use as justification for open-borders. The extreme conclusion here relies on the assertion that individual property rights are perfectly general, and absolute, which, as Wellman rightly points out, “…one cannot consistently insist that property rights are totally unlimited without committing oneself to anarchism. This is because political states are functionally incompatible with extending unlimited dominion to their constituents.” (Wellman, Immigration. P. 131.) It would be impossible to have a well-functioning political society if the members of that society as a whole did not duly curtail some of the freedoms its members may have had in a state of nature; statism necessarily restricts some liberties (within due bounds) in exchange for some other benefits the state provides; which brings us to another problem. If these “guests” were to stay indefinitely, then their requisite inclusion into the political system as full members puts an undue burden on the other members of the state. Lurking behind this argument is the notion that individual property rights are absolute because the decisions made on that property are self-affecting. This is a mistake. The inclusion of these foreigners can, by virtue of its substantial cost, affect all other members of the state, and as a result, the state has the right to decide whom to extend an invitation of membership. Wellman’s answer, pursuant to common sense, suggests that the property owner does have the right to invite foreigners onto his property, but it must only be for a limited time so as to not invite the guest to full participation into the society. This restricts the costs involved to the state as a whole. The mitigated cost of receiving such immigrants temporarily may help spur the desired liberalization of visitation and guest worker programs that encourage interstate travel, and therefore increase the freedom that those individuals could enjoy. Let us observe how Wellman revises the libertarian argument to better suit his position:


  1. Individuals have an absolute and general property rights
  2. The generality of these rights allows for the owner to invite whomever he wishes onto his property
  3. The absolute nature of these individual rights are superior to those of the state
  4. State controlled borders unduly infringe on individual property rights
  5. The remedy is open borders
  6. But opening the borders without restriction puts an unjust, and right-infringing burden on the members of the state
  7. So, open borders is not a solution to resolving the issue of individual property rights


Similar to the argument based on individual property rights is the argument that border restrictions unduly curtail an individual’s freedom of movement. For the same reason that I have to moral claim to enter your home without permission, it is also the case that foreigners have no justifiable moral claim to enter a state without permission. Intuitively, this makes absolute sense. But an opponent could say, “A superior moral claim to uninvited access to one’s home by another can be grounded in necessity. Say, for example, that a killer is chasing a pregnant woman and will surely kill her unless she finds refuge. Seeing an open front door, it is morally permissible for her to enter that home, without permission, to save her life.” This analogy can be extended to those who wish to enter a state without permission, but it would be fallacious to do so. The key, according to Wellman, is not what states should do to maximize moral utility, happiness, or anything else; the focus is simply that the state (as well as the owner of the house) has the right to deny entry to anyone based on their right to freely associate or disassociate as they please.


Regardless of the consequences of such an approach, it is important to note that Wellman defends only what a state has a right to do, not what it should do. It has been said many times throughout this paper that Wellman’s argument rests entirely on the deontological view that legitimate states have the right to control their borders because of a freedom to associate/disassociate, which is a part of that state’s right to self-determination. The arguments presented in favor of open borders do not necessarily claim that this is not so, they merely try to show that moral claims outweigh a states prima facie rights of border control. It is this author’s judgment that Wellman points out the fallacious reasoning upon which these claims are made, and as such, successfully defends his position.

Remember, it is only a group of "good, honest, and hardworking people" trying to provide for their families...

Remember, it is only a group of “good, honest, and hardworking people” trying to provide for their families…

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Thoughts on Impermanence: Schopenhauer

I believe it is time for my return to serious philosophical enquiry. One can only be permitted to dwell in grief for so long. The content of my mind will be the final monument to a love so cherished, and lost. I will endeavor to make that monument a suitable one. Enjoy this quote by Schopenhauer as I dust off the doorknob to my office, and emerge, in some way, as a man reborn.

Yours in Contemplation,



“In a world where all is unstable, and nought can endure, but is swept onwards at once in the hurrying whirlpool of change; where a man, if he is to keep erect at all, must always be advancing and moving, like an acrobat on a rope—in such a world, happiness in inconceivable. How can it dwell where, as Plato says, continual Becoming and never Being is the sole form of existence? In the first place, a man never is happy, but spends his whole life in striving after something which he thinks will make him so; he seldom attains his goal, and when he does, it is only to be disappointed; he is mostly shipwrecked in the end, and comes into harbor with masts and rigging gone. And then, it is all one whether he has been happy or miserable; for his life was never anything more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over.”

~Schopenhauer, Arthur. “The Essays of Arthur Schopenhauer; Studies in Pessimism.”

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To Be Born Again…

I feel like doing something drastic. At this point I think something drastic is necessary. I feel like shaving my beard. Or my head. Maybe both. I feel like getting all of my tattoos removed, or getting a whole shit-load more. I want to look like someone else; maybe then I can feel like someone else.

I don’t want to be myself anymore, nor do I want to be who I pretend to be. And if you asked me who it was that I did want to be, I don’t think I could give you an answer.

I just want to be made new.

Yours in Contemplation,


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I hate that feeling when you don’t know what to do with yourself; when you’re alone, and there’s plenty to do, but you don’t do any of it because all of it seems foreign, like you just walked into a stranger’s life and know that it’s incumbent upon you to make a passing impersonation. It’s that feeling of wanting to flee, and damn near doing so. What to do…

Yours in Contemplation,

PS. I know that it has been a while since I’ve posted something substantive. I’m trying, I promise.

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Showered and Blue-Blazered…

I hate the early morning, and the ugly light of sunrise; it’s the harbinger of meticulously knotted ties, and thick black, bitter drinks. I hate the way I speak, as if everything is important; everything is funny, everything is fine. It’s not fine. It never has been. But I pretend it is, and wear a smile made of the same cheap plastic as my contemptible surroundings. Be nice. Be friendly. Be professional. Pretend to be what you hope to be, and hope that it comes true, not because you want it to, but because you need it to. Ignore the lack of satisfaction, or that empty feeling that courses through your veins as you sit at your desk and watch the little hand erase what remains of your youth. You need to wear that suit, and cash those checks. How else can you prove your worth? How else could you ever hope to have her look at you with the admiration that she once did? With any luck the straight and narrow haircut, and freshly pressed suit will hide the deadman underneath.

Yours in Contemplation,

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A Note to My Love on the Day of My Death


I fear the permanent silence that comes when death loosens the knots of life, and we slip into the undiscovered country. I fear that hole in my heart knowing that it’s something that can never be repaired; that absolution is impossible; that someone who I loved so dearly, so profoundly over the years will be lost to me in the great unknown. Life is so brittle, and so short. Losing Phillip made me understand that no animosity or grudge was ever really justified against someone that I loved. And the reasons are self-evident; don’t lose out on the few precious moments we have for the sake of some ground to stand; some hill to die on. While we stand so proudly upon our perch of victory and self-righteousness we may look down to find that it was not our enemies who had perished while the battle raged – it was our loved ones. There is nothing more bitter than the tears you cry at the funeral of someone who you loved with all your heart, but died amidst an unsettled conflict. I am filled with an apprehending horror of losing you to the grave, and if I cross your mind as your life replays before you, that you would think you meant less to me than you do. My sun rises and falls with longing thoughts of you. Each day is another opportunity to be a better man, a man that you’d be happy to have in your life. And should you find yourself dressed in black and thinking of words to say of me, I pray that the man I was was someone you could say you loved, and were proud to call your friend.

Yours in Contemplation,

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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I was supposed to make a grand entry today, but I was preoccupied with the care of my friend who is recovering from reconstructive surgery as a result of a serious injury. I have left him in the care of other friends, but find myself exhausted, and consumed by a pitiful state of introspection, and most of all, sorrow. I will post my story of Thursday mornings dream, but I haven’t the strength for such an emotional outpouring tonight. So I will leave you kind readers with this cherished quote by Longfellow…

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Yours in Contemplation,

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Philip James Donovan

Philip on Vacation with his family in Mexico Philip on Vacation with his family in Mexico

May 8th is an important date. Yeah, I know that May 8, 1429 was the day that French troops under Joan of Arc rescued Orleans. But it’s important for more than that. It’s the day that my best friend Phil was murdered.

“The Skankin’ Pickle” by Phil Donovan

Philip was born July 9th, 1984 to Richard and Gerrie Donovan. They were a young couple with another son, Richard II, and not much else. They were a family of limited means, but they were incredibly rich in spirit because of the love that flourished in their home. Richard (Dad) and Gerrie (Mom) raised both of their boys to be good people, but Phil had something special, something that couldn’t be taught, or acquired. Phil was more than just a good person, or fun to be around; Phil was goodness, Phil was fun. He was a compassionate and caring person who tried his damnedest to be there for his friends when they needed him, which entailed an almost full-time job on account of his tremendous number of friends. He wasn’t popular in the traditional sense of the word because that kind of popularity implies that the person is trying to be popular, perhaps trying to be someone they aren’t, or are sycophantic phonies who try to be everyone’s buddy and never rock the boat. That wasn’t Phil. He didn’t try to make people like him,

people were just drawn to him. Between his heart warming smile, his infectious laughter, and his genuine and gregarious personality, people were drawn to him by a magnet-pull that I have never seen before. Much like a magnet, people were stuck to Phil; meeting him was never a one-off event. Anyone who met the man clamored for his friendship, time, and attention. A privileged group of us were lucky enough to occupy the preponderance of Phil’s time, and each of us called him our best friend. Sometimes petty things like girls got in the way of our friendships, but we always made up because Phil was never the one to hold the grudge; it was the other person, and was just a matter of time before the other person came to their senses. We were all young and immortal, and never thought for a second that anything would change. We were all Lost Boys living in Neverland…

In the early hours of May 8th, 2004, Armageddon came to Neverland.

Phil had returned home late one night from the Second Floor, an infamous party spot for the group of us from Wildomar. It was a night like most nights; lots of drinking, pot smoking, music, Circle of Death (like King’s Cup, but with more drinking), and practical jokes. Upon his return he had locked something of his, including his keys, in his RX7. Whatever it was, it was something he needed because he endeavored to retrieve the itemsclad only in his boxers, and his signature “Tenacious D” t-shirt. Some neighbor noticed Phil trying to get into his car and called the police under suspicion that it was not Phil, but a prowler trying to break in. According to the neighbor, a Riverside County Sheriff deputy arrived on scene, alone, and began running toward Phil without announcing himself asan officer, and without any other warning. Phil made it into his house where the officer followed, drew his weapon, and fired three shots into my best friend. He was hit twice in the back, and once under his arm through his ribs. Richard and Gerrie thought that it was us kids playing another fire-cracker related prank on them until after the 3 “pops,” the officer said “Freeze! Police!” Before they could arise from their bed to answer the pained cries of Phil pleading, “Help me, please! It hurts!” two other sheriffs burst into their room, pulled them from their beds, naked, and held them at gunpoint on the floor with knees in their backs.

Phil died gripped in terror and agony, screaming for the help of his two loving parents who were prevented from going to their beloved son just a few feet away. Those murderous pigs deprived a mother from holding her son as he breathed his last. Phil died alone on his kitchen floor under the malevolent eyes of a soulless monster with a badge. I hope in my heart of hearts that the officer who pulled the trigger that night dies in merciless torment. I hope he never sleeps, and if he does, I pray that his dreams are filled with not only the terror that he inflicted upon the innocent and best of us, but I hope that the years of torment that afflict all of us who knew Phil are visited upon that monsters heart, mind, and soul. The devastation that he wrought is immense, and it feels never ending. I hope that that pig gets the same thing, but I hope it lasts for a thousand years. I hope he loses someone that he loves, and cries bitterly knowing that they shall never be returned.

People often wonder why I am so anti-government. This is the reason. The government shielded that swine, that indignant and malevolent ape from receiving justice. It has since been my mission – my goal in life – to avenge Philip and the myriad others who are murdered, abused, neglected, and otherwise hurt by a disgusting class of individuals who see themselves as better than those they were meant to serve, and protect. I know that my heart is filled with hate for that pig. I know that it’s not healthy. But all the love I had for Phil is matched by the rancor I hold for that true waste of life; the man who deprived Phil of his.

Philip drumming, with his usual playfulness Philip drumming, with his usual playfulness

Yesterday was a difficult day. It is difficult to remember the violent and undeserved death of a loved one. I maintain, for the preservation of my sanity, that there is an afterlife; that Phil has been restored, and welcomed into the arms of a merciful, and unconditionally loving God who seats Philip with the highest choir of angels. I hope that his joy is ever  lasting. I hope he can see all of us who love him, and know how much he meant to us. I hope to be worthy of such a glorious station, and to see Phil, through tears of joy like I have never known, waiting for me there. As I pray and hope for reunion with my lost and greatest Love, I pray with equal fervor that I will embrace my dearest friend again.

I love you, Philip, and I miss you more than this feeble mind can say. Rest in peace, my brother.

Richard II (top-left), Philip (top-right), Gerrie (seated left), Richard (seated right)
Philip and his grandmother, Helen, at graduation. Elsinore High School 2002. Philip and his grandmother, Helen, at graduation. Elsinore High School 2002.

Yours in Contemplation,

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