America has always been hard on refugees.
We were Polish refugees who waited for 6 years while America decided if it would take in any of the 12 million displaced people left behind by the German carnage of WWII.
Finally the USA agree to take in 275,000 of us.
That's right, 275,000.
We were the lucky ones. We came here.
The unlucky ones went back to their home countries, now controlled by the Russians. My uncle went back. After 3 years in a German concentration camp, he was taken to a Russian one in Siberia. He died there.
When we arrived, we applied for Green Cards and got them.
Here's what the Green Card was:
"The green card serves as proof that its holder, a lawful permanent resident (LPR), has been officially granted immigration benefits, which include permission to reside and take employment in the United States."
The Green Card made us feel that we were safe, that America was our home, and that eventually we would be full citizens after we followed the procedure toward citizenship.
Trump's thinking about banning Green Card holders shocks me.
I know what this ban would mean.
It tells you again that you are a mother and a father and a child without a home.
Here is a link to a youtube video of my reading a poem about what it was like to come to America as a refugee after living for years in a refugee camp. The poem is from my book Echoes of Tattered Tongues.