It’s not a decision we make once and then put on a nice shelf for display. It’s something we revisit every day, every hour as Americans. It’s something many of us discuss in our blogs, our columns, and yes, our cartoons not because we have some irrational, ingrained hatred for the land of our birth, as some dull-witted types would have it, but rather because we are increasingly troubled by the actions taken ostensibly in our name. And while there seems to be a constant shrill cacophany of voices telling us we are being unnecessarily alarmist, that things are just fine, nothing whatsoever to worry about well, every day it seems like you read something that would suggest otherwise. (Just go read it. It’s a complicated story and I can’t do it justice with excerpts.)
Do we really tear families apart on the basis of a minor immigration violation, for which the fine was paid? Do we destroy lives so casually and thoughtlessly? Is this who we are?
Apparently so, at least some of the time.