“The people who wish you harm, are not my people.”
“The politicians who spew forth racist, fascist, isolationist rhetoric, are not my people.”
The woman who comes up to you on a bus and says these words, is me.
The woman who weeps for your dead, is me.
The people who rise up and fight against those who try to destroy you, are my people.
The people whose borders are open to you, are my people.
(On Sunday night – 29th – a gunman killed six men in a mosque in Quebec City)