This Is Not Who We Are
I wish this story of a man who was detained in the US until he died painfully from cancer while separated from his family, was unique. I wish it was a tale from some villainous dictatorship overseas, or the actions of a regrettably insane person with no connection to any public authority.
But it’s not. As an American, I don’t know how to express my anger and my shame at these events. I don’t know how to prepare for the next one to be revealed, which I know is underway even as I type this. But I do know that public pressure can influence the people responsible where decency and respect for basic human rights will not.
This is not who we are.