My mother was an illegal immigrant, born in London, who came to Los Angeles around 1920 by way of a several-year stay in Canada. She met and married my father and raised three children. Her oldest, my brother, is a retired physician. My sister and her husband, a retired university physics professor, raised four men all active at senior levels in high technology and the sciences. I am the youngest and have just retired as a business exec in high technology. My children include a construction entrepreneur, an architect, and a school teacher.
Our country has been strengthened through the courage exhibited by my grandparents in giving up their life in England and migrating to America, where they sought a life not driven by class-based restrictions. My mother and her brothers, my generation, and our children owe our opportunities to a family of “illegals.”
We must not close the door to others willing to sacrifice the comforts of familiarity for the opportunities America provides. They enrich us.
submitted to Define American on July 1, 2011 at 10:07
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