The ebbs and flows of immigration - Mexico and North Sentinal

I woke up in the middle of the night, my phone glowing on my bed. I guess I had fallen asleep while listening a recording from Musashi Miyamoto's works -- it's been a recent indulgent and relaxant of mine. With the distinct groggy awaking feeling that can only happen from a cell phone's blue light in a dark room at the wee hours, I began tapping and sliding on my phone, might as well get a lil dopamine fix since I had already been awaken.
News seems to be my default, which doesn't actually seem like a very good choice. It's quite a pointless way to pass time, and fill my head with interesting (to me) but generally useless current event trivia. But as it turns out, one topic getting a bit of attention is happening in my backyard, Central American asylum seekers attempting to cross the Mexican border into America. I read through some of the comments, which is always a rewarding thing to do when you want to feel the biting visceral potential of fellow humans. Of course, most of the comments were something about "get out of our country" and "taxpayer burden." I tend to empathize a bit more. I think "what must have happened to make people uproot themselves and embark on this difficult journey?" While I might enjoy to embellish my ego with a bit of amateur adventurism, even I rarely get the urge to do something quite so precarious and poorly planned.
This difference in perception reminds me of a TED Talk I recently saw from Jonathan Haidt about the moral roots of liberal and conservative thinking. The takeaway for me was that conservative people are less open to new experiences and more focused on normative behavior than empathy. Liberals are more open to new experiences and situations, and are inclined to (over) empathize.
So as I read most of the visceral comments about immigrants, and then one person who kept on defending (trolling?), this psychological different couldn't have been more stark. For me, the kicker is simply that most of the people who are here "legally" don't necessarily factor in the extent of circumstances which led us to being American. For myself, it was a poor Italian boy born to late into too large of a family. At about 8 years old, then sent him solo on a one way ticket to stay with family in America. He went on to create a grounded life for himself in the new country (so hating Italy that he cut ties, removing any legal possibility of me reclaiming citizenship and enjoying the benefits of European citizenship).
So now my blood is a little riled, I get up, go sit in front of the computer, complete with two large screens, so I can begin an even more full on new ingest. Clicking around and I come upon a minor update about this American guy who was killed trying to visit the North Sentinel Islands and bring the locals Christianity. These islands are home to a very unique group of people that were never modernized. Indian has decided to just leave them alone, and has made it illegal to try visiting their islands.
As it turns out, this group of people are quite violent, and rather adept with the bow and arrow. So this American guy wants to bring Christianity to these people. He tries, get's shot at, aborts, and then goes back the next day to try again. Touches down on their island, and they kill him. Game over bro. You already fucked up. Not really interested in your bullshit selfish ideology. And now the Indian government is scrambling to try and recover the body. I say fuck it, you chose your destiny, let's not make things any worse than they already are.
And then in my elevated stage of emotion, I paused for a moment, and thought how it was so interesting that these two stories were both of foreigners attempting to enter illegally into unwanted territories. The circumstances and reasons could not have been more different. And for me, the elicited rather opposite emotions. Much more of an empathizing concern with the "invader" coming to America -- not wanting to invade, but rather asking for help; and the ideological invader seeking their own selfish purpose to impose upon others. In me, the frustration and irritation felt towards the Christian arriving on this remote indigenous island seems to roughly parallel the disdain voiced by fellow Americans about Central Americans trying to arrive on American soil.