The entwined subjects of immigration and race have always hit home in our household.
Technically, I’m an immigrant, based on the laws in effect when I was 14 back in the late 1960s. My dad was born in England, my mom in Massachusetts, and I was born in England. I had to choose between England and the United States. I chose here; my dad already had.
My wife’s dad is also first-generation Irish, and one of our sisters-in-law is a first-generation immigrant. And let’s just say that our extended family is diverse.