I looked for the woman and found her. She wouldn’t give me her name. She said she emigrated from India and that she became a U.S. citizen because of her husband. She also told me that she was an immigration lawyer. I was floored. If an immigration lawyer was foggy on the history of America’s immigration policies, then who could be expected to keep it straight? She was condemning me for not following a process that didn’t exist. Breathe, I told myself. Breathe in. Breathe out. Find compassion for this woman.
My hands are getting clammy and my blood is boiling...
