Immigrants are the “best help.” From Robert Weissberg at unz.com:
Beyond a certain income level, the appetite for material objects declines. Even the mega-rich can consume only so many giant TV’s, fancy cars, and other pricy goodies. With physical needs largely satisfied, services become central—waiters and cooks in upscale restaurants, dutiful nannies and maids, gardeners and countless others whose jobs are essential to “the good life.” Automation can get you just so far in enjoying one’s wealth. After you pay $1000 for a top-of the line German dishwasher, somebody else has to load and unload it.
Life in New York City illustrates this good life/open borders nexus. Spanish, as spoken by those appearing to be Mestizo ancestry, is the lingua franca in restaurants, hotels, parking garages and small grocery stores and delicatessens. For the last 17 years I’ve lived in full-service apartment buildings in the city, and the staff are disproportionately from overseas. In elevators I encounter short distinctly Hispanic women carrying laundry to basement washing machines or pushing strollers with little blond children. Immigrant similarly dominate taxies and Uber—drivers are disproportionately Asians, Bangladeshi, and Indians. During bad weather, even blizzards, armies of Hispanic men on bicycles deliver take-out to the home-bound rich.