Shortly after crossing paths today with many refugees-of-war in the most diverse square mile in the USA, I replied to a text from a friend who is going to my beloved New York City next week. I suggested he visit both the excellent Irish Hunger Memorial (which pays tribute to those in hunger everywhere) and the Tenement Museum (which chronicles the waves of immigrants who have come through the Lower East Side from many countries). Considering that the great-grandparents of my daughters came from eight different countries and practiced three different religions, this immigrant stuff hits home for me.
And then I tapped into today’s news and was appalled to read the latest quotes from my country’s current president about immigrants. I was going to say I didn’t have the words to respond to that, in any language. But I do. It’s wrong.