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Give Me Your Huddled Masses Yearning To Breathe Free

A #ThrowbackThursday moment from last November.  Happy early Thanksgiving!

Imagine if ignorant minds will allow:  your great-grandparents Charles and Annie Fitzpatrick arrive at Ellis Island during the height of the potato famine.  Before they can even step foot off the boat, they are turned away because America is no longer accepting immigrants.  Especially Irish ones.  Guess Chuck and Annie would be going back to Ireland to starve and I would cease to exist.

Now imagine you have lived in Syria all your life.  Your country is in a Civil War and like tens of thousands of others, your home has been destroyed.  To save yourself you realize the only thing to do is to flee.  You and your family suddenly become refugees.

Like Charles and Annie, you head to America.  It’s difficult to get settled into your new country.  Most of the states don’t want you because you are from Syria, your religion is Muslim and a bunch of Syrian assholes you’ve never met decided to terrorize the city of Paris.  And it’s all your fault.  But hey, you’re a professor with a wife and two kids and you don’t even own a gun.  That’s how much they know.

Many people don’t realize it but a similar thing happened to all the Japanese and Japanese-Americans who were living here after Pearl Harbor.  In our ignorance we blamed each and every one of them for what the Japanese government did on December 7, 1941.  Because of that these innocent people were ridiculed, bullied, tortured and segregated into camps.  Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?

This may be a poor analogy of what is going on with the refugees in the world right now, but the next time you side with a member of the government in their not wanting to help people who need it most, think about how you would feel if you were in their shoes and you were the refugee.  How would you feel if you weren’t allowed to reside in another state because of your religion, because you were from Massachusetts or because you were a Patriots fan?  How would you feel if you weren’t allowed to reside in another country for these same reasons?  How would you feel if the government wanted to interrogate you because of your love for the Boston Red Sox?  Or because you believe Tom Brady is innocent?

This isn’t 1957 any longer, people.  We are not in the midst of the Cold War.  We are not stocking our bomb shelters with canned goods.  Why are we so afraid because of a few assholes in the world?  Understand that although there is evil, good overrides it every time.  If it didn’t humanity would cease to exist.  Think about it.  We would’ve all been killed off long ago if not for the amount of good in the world.

That’s something I’ll remember and be thankful for while eating my mashed potatoes this Thanksgiving…

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I'm a writer. I'm also a wife and a parent who works too much and lives too little. In addition to writing I also love to read, listen to music, travel, cook, I enjoy looking for bargains at flea markets or thrift stores, Christmas, football and of course writing! How did I come up with the title of my blog? Two things: 1. I live in New England (duh) and 2. Canadian singer Alan Frew once arrogantly told me to "get a New England life"--again--DUH! I already HAVE one!

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