I would hazard a guess that many of your past relatives were immigrant children. I know mine were.
Both sets of my great-grandparents were immigrant children. One set came from Eastern Europe (Czechoslovakia) and the other set came from Scandinavia (Norway). Were they legal? I’m not sure. Do I care? No.
We do know that most of us would not be here without our immigrant children of the past. Did they have tough beginnings? Sure, they did. They faced prejudice and cruelty. Yes, of course. Were they poor and desolate? Probably.
I find it so hard to believe that three to four generations later, the treatment of immigrant children may not have changed. It appears we have not learned or grown in our humanity.
I am shocked and ashamed of our country’s leadership in its treatment of immigrant children. Immigration has not been an easy concept to understand and address, but we all know how to treat children properly. Call me soft and too sensitive, but these children need our help.