This weekend, we visited my parents in western Kentucky. There are two ways to drive back from their house -- one is all through Kentucky; the other takes us through Indiana. As we were driving home, my husband, Chad, asked whether I wanted to stay in Kentucky or take the Indiana route.
It struck me that I so take for granted the fact that the only analysis for this trip is time and traffic. We've never lived in Indiana, but we can cross the state line without being stopped by law enforcement, without paying money or answering questions or showing ID or disclosing what's in our car. This real freedom of movement from one jurisdiction to another is fundamental to my understanding of America.
As we all continue to learn more about asylum-seekers, refugees, and immigrants at our southern border, I keep thinking about what it is to be American. Watching other human beings be denied rights I've never fully appreciated, I feel a strong sense of responsibility to reexamine those rights, to think about which rights are a matter of citizenship and which should be inherent, self-evident in fact, no matter where you were born, what exams you have taken, or what papers you possess.
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