Letter: Kindness, acceptance, and encouragement used to be the American way on immigration
My Mother was not from this country. She survived multiple bombings; lost some of her dearest friends; and spent much of the war in darkness so as to avoid bombings.
When the south end of her neighborhood was obliterated, they had no window panes for the duration of the war. She made a scrapbook when she arrived in the U.S. and cut out photos of cooked meat, and noted that she’d never seen so much food in her life.
And where did she immigrate from? Jolly Old London. How was she greeted when she arrived? Tugboats in NY harbor greeted the Queen Mary shooting streams of water across her bow, and a concert band on the docks playing “Sentimental Journey.”
She became a naturalized citizen; went on to be active in the American Legion Auxiliary, and served as the Arizona State Chaplin.
I wonder how she might be treated now. Would she have been allowed to come into the country? How would she be welcomed?
You might say that’s different because she was on ‘our side’, but so was Captain Kahn, a Muslim who gave his life to save our soldiers.
My Mother, and my Scottish and German Aunts were welcomed into this country with open arms … as it should be. That is what makes the United States the greatest Nation in the world. Kindness, acceptance, and encouragement.