Loosely based on a quote by Durga Chew-Bose

It’s been a while since my first post about immigration issues here in the United States, and I mentioned then that there was a chance I’d have more to say. And here it is, because I’m not quite finished. In that bit of time, not much has changed for the better, although I’m not sure what I was expecting. We are still fighting off illegal ICE raids amidst the constant news of unjust and unlawful deportations, putting lives at risk in the name of racism, fascism, and MAGA (which is synonymous with the two preceding nouns at this point.) We’ve made a martyr out of a man who would have loved to see half of us gone. And now talk show hosts are getting pulled after decades on TV because of jokes! Everything is going swimmingly.

You may be wondering, why the hell does this girl care so much? Wasn’t she born in Maryland? Well, besides the fact that all of this is a load of horse shit that is endangering people all over the country, I am also a proud child of immigrants, something I’ve spoken about a lot on Spice. Despite everything happening and the amount of stress the United States brings to my parents, they reminisce about how much they loved this country when they first came here. I often forget that because they are so progressive and revolutionary, there was a time when America represented a dream for them. It was the promised land, full of hope for new opportunities. It didn’t matter that they wouldn’t look like everyone because it was the melting pot. They came here because they knew it would be a better life, and even though they knew the transition would be hard, it would be worth it.