I spoke during a Yom Kippur study session today. It was a session about immigration and our Jewish responsibility to help refugees. Two other people spoke: a refugee form Iraq and a woman who was brought here as a child from Mexico. I did not feel like I belonged on that panel. I may be the daughter and granddaughter of immigrants, but I also know that I have the privilege of being born here to an American citizen.
I also know that if my grandparents hadn’t emigrated when they did, my mom and I could have easily been in the same situation as so many of the DACA recipients and the families at the workshops I helped.