It’s a Tuesday night, and I just watched a fourth news anchor break down in tears. Watching TV with my mother and brother, the injustice of the moment is nearly crushing.
I am, according to some Americans, the “good” kind of immigrant. I came from Canada as the son of a married couple. Both my parents are college-educated, fluent in English and white. We pass the test for what an American is supposed to look like.
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Nicholas J. Romanow 