Oh damn, still in this dream.

Over the years my mother has had a number of different cleaners. She's disabled and aged, and pays better than the London minimum wage, and with holiday benefits etc. Since the '90's her four cleaners have all come from a community of Eritrean refugees displaced by civil war. The first of these cleaners, with help, moved on to better things.
(No-one actually bootstraps themselves without incredible good fortune, or assistance, unless they are dealing drugs or engaging in other profitable criminal economic transactions - no matter what they say.)
She is now manager of a local McDonald's and her daughter has just embarked upon her PhD. That sounds more like the American dream rather than a British one, but I bet folk like her would do the same in France or Germany; fit in and get on.

The lass who replaced the first one about ten years ago was personable, loyal, hard-working, and decent; but she kept her TB to herself, and died two years ago despite all efforts to save her. The Mother^TM. now has another lass helping her from the Eritrean community who replaced a temporary assistant who, mum opined, was rather more used to cleaning an AK47 than a bedroom. But even then her stories held us appalled and spellbound. The small Eritrean refugee community now seems to have gotten on its feet and has a solid network of self-help in place. All of these women who my mother employed had seen the ravages of war close up. With all that entails.

I can get quite angry when folk are dismissive of our duties to refugees - who are folk seeking sanctuary. My people came over with William the Bastard to rape and pillage and take the land from the folk who had taken it from the folk before them, ad infinitum. We were lucky to be in a good seat when the music stopped and that sort of behaviour was no longer acceptable. The music has stopped though.

If our immigrants and refugees embrace our culture, they are a good thing. If they want us to open our doors to them and aid them, we'd be happier if they didn't mess with the furniture. But they have to try to fit in. That's really what we ask. Find a space and fit in. Learn the rules, and join the game.