I’ve always had a warm place in my heart for the sugar beet country of Michigan’s Thumb.
Years ago, I used to take graduate journalism students to Caro for a day where they would put out a special edition of the Tuscola County Advertiser.
The folks there were open, friendly, warm-hearted, and hard-working, but I have to say I’m ashamed of some of them today.
They are disgracing our state and reminding us of some of the ugliest chapters in American history.
Here’s why: Thousands of children and teenagers have been turning up at the United States’ southern border over the last few months. We are, if you’ve forgotten, a nation founded by refugees and which, to this very day, has remained open to those seeking political asylum.
That’s the beautiful part of our legacy.
The ugly part is that far too many of us think our ancestors were the last immigrants who should have been allowed in. That’s been reflected throughout our history in signs that said “No Irish need apply,” communities that refused to allow Jews, and the entire history of black America.