I was born behind barbed wire 70 years ago in a maximum-security prison camp for Japanese-Americans in Northern California. My visit with mothers and children at the euphemistically named Karnes County "Residential Center" a few weeks ago triggered distressing associations of my own experience as a child. We too lived in a constant state of fear and anxiety, never knowing what our fate would be.
As a country, we have continued to lose standing throughout the world as a legitimate voice for human rights, as a responsible member of a community of nations, as an arbiter of peace, or as a party protective of the planet. We have seen our standing reduced from a beacon of freedom to a beacon of financial self-interest.