I am an immigrant. I was born in South Korea and traveled to this country as a baby, was adopted, and was naturalized.

I do not look like your typical white “American”. People still tell me that my English is “very good” even though I’ve lived here practically all my life. What would you say to that? I usually say, “thank you” and leave it at that. If I’m feeling feisty I’ll tell them that I’ve been here since I was a baby. But usually I just let it go.

Why am I writing this? The administration and their base is targeting Muslims (or “people from certain countries”)…currently. My heart aches for them. I want to draw them all in and shelter them, protect them. Because I know, I fear, I could be next.

Perhaps this is selfish. My own fear is what drives me to fear for others. To want to help them, to empathize with them. Or perhaps everyone needs a little of that. What if it was your brother, sister, mother that wasn’t allowed to come home? Wouldn’t you fight for them? Wouldn’t you be angry? What if they were coming for you? Wouldn’t you be afraid?

2 thoughts on “I am an Immigrant

  1. I’m about to call our senator and read him the riot act about this. Jim asked me today, “What if I get sent to an internment camp?”

  2. Right there with you. Never thought I’d become an activist but I have. We cannot discriminate against anyone. I’ll fight with you. Sending emails and signing petitions like crazy! 🙂

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