There’s a lot of talk about immigration nowadays. It was always an accepted part of my life. The US is very attractive. People come here.
Seriously, when I went to PS 163Q, EVERYONE I knew was from another country or had parents and/or grandparents who were immigrants. EVERYONE is capitalized because I don’t think I’m exaggerating.
I remember wondering to myself, “Who was here before 1900?” They weren’t related to anyone I knew.
That’s not to say it was easy back then. My Grandpa Sol arrived from Poland speaking no English with no money nor any valuable skill. He didn’t ask if America was good with that before he got on a ship with forged papers. He was a deserter from the Polish Army.
Now I live in another immigrant infused area (though more educated and affluent). So many of the traits I saw in my parents and my friends’ parents I see in the parents of this neighborhood.
I don’t want ‘open borders.’ We do need to limit the flow. I just don’t want to disfavor people because of where they were born or how they choose to worship. That seems unAmerican–antithetical to the way I was brought up.
It seems to me people come here because they like what they see and they want it too. That’s my grandpa’s American success story in a nutshell.