One of my earliest memories is of being, as I thought at the time, abandoned.
At the age of 3, I was in Kennywood, a western Pennsylvania amusement park. I recall it as a pleasant early summer day. The park was crowded; people swirled all around me.
Then I realized my parents were nowhere to be seen. From my perch on a wooden park bench, I looked everywhere. But neither Mom (Betty) nor Dad (the Munch) were in sight. After a few minutes, I became anxious. After a few more, I burst into tears. Then, again after a few moments, my parents retrieved me. They gave me some of what they'd left for - popcorn and "pop" ("soda" to those of you unlucky enough never to have spent time in Allegheny County).
Sadly, undocumented workers arrested in Mississippi Wednesday by ICE weren't able to retrieve their kids, let alone comfort them.
And Mr. Trump views such insensitivity as a useful deterrent to immigration.
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