Most of all, we are thankful for those immigrants -- legal and otherwise -- who at the behest of agribusinesses toiled long hours in the fields, laboring for low wages, and doing work that most Americans would not.
Her name was Catherine. Her favorite song was "Imagine" by John Lennon. Her favorite color, yellow. She knew the words to just about any song you could name and would sing at the drop of a hat.
The president's action is largely one of inaction, making it difficult to withhold money for the non-event. And funds would be cut for targeting dangerous criminals here illegally, as well as border security.
Too many qualified foreign students are sent home after graduation. Indeed the gap between student and temporary employment visa issuances has widened extensively over the past decade.
The GOP pushes Obama's buttons. Obama -- finally! -- pushes back.
While we are quick to appeal to biblical values in order to marginalize others, when that same Bible calls us to love those folks we want to marginalize, all of our talk about biblical values suddenly and conspicuously disappears.
Empathy is a tough emotion to embrace. Over time our nation and our world will need to evolve in order to come to own empathy. To rationalize inertia with ambiguous legal protocol turns our attention away from the central concern of human suffering.
Two years later, pending on my DACA renewal, I am no longer obsessively checking the status of my second USCIS application. Rather, I spend time thinking about what will happen to my parents.
It is a common mistake to overestimate the contribution of immigration to the increase in poverty. This week's purveyor of this erroneous association is the Washington Post's Robert Samuelson, who writes in the context of a discussion about immigration reform.
That house brought together my father and mother's families. As a child, my parents brought me back there so often that even now, the thought of that old house triggers in me the smell of my grandfather's old workshop or the feel of the old rusty fence that ran behind the chicken coop.
These are not family facilities. They are not shelters or temporary transit facilities. These are jails behind barbed wire, heavy security doors, metal detectors and other hallmarks of prison. Women and children locked up inside have been languishing for months. They could be there indefinitely.
For many, though, even that wasn't enough, and the federal exchange sent out notices requiring more documentation. However, the full notices were sent only in English and Spanish, without warnings in other languages indicating that recipients' health insurance was at stake.
The main subject is an immigrant who survives working as a Hello Kitty character. Never revealing who is behind the mask, Daniel creates a metaphor for faceless immigrants working in the shadows of American society.
Though the Wende, or "Change," freed the East German people from over forty years of Stalinist dictatorship, remembering the forgotten side of German unification -- when right-wing hooligans waged thousands of attacks on defenseless foreigners -- provides a cautionary tale of failed leadership.
When blacks are not getting picked up, the drivers passing them by are not white racists. They are mostly Indian and/or Pakistani men (and a very few women) -- men of color. What gives?
Obama now has around two months to come out with some sort of relief as the deportation counter keeps ticking away. He is still encouraging the GOP to come out with something, but has doubled down on his promise to reform as much of the immigration system as he legally can if they don't.