I met a lot of people.
I met a woman in a hijab at our hotel, working the desk, and another in the halls, preparing to clean rooms.
I met another immigrant in a sandwich shop, working the register. And I met others at gas stations along the way, stocking the shelves.
I heard Mandarin in the street, on the campus of my son’s university. I heard it a lot.
When Trumpistanis talk about refusing entry to immigrants, we hear them cheer The Donald calling Mexicans “rapists” or those with hijabs “terrorists.” The press thinks they want to restrict specific types of immigrants from getting into our country, but when they chant “build the wall,” or curse Khizr Khan, I think they’re saying something else.
They’re not really saying no to specific immigrants over understandable concerns like crime and terrorism. I think they’re saying no to all immigrants, because they see the bright futures of their children being stolen before their eyes.