I don’t know how most of my family can so passionately support a man like Trump. They should know more than anyone the dangers Trump and the risks these policies pose to our family. It’s times like this I’m grateful that my Great Grandma passed, now she won’t have to see a new Hitler rise

What my Aunt and Uncle don’t realize is that the policies Trump is pushing for do impact them directly. American citizen have already been deported for the for the crime of not being white, and that could easily happy to my uncle and his family. They support a man who doesn’t see them as human.

My Aunt and Uncle are proud to support someone like Trump, who would deport my uncle and his family regardless of citizenship. They support someone who see them as violent criminals, but they don’t think that rhetoric applies to them because they “came here the right way”. They think they’re safe

His adopted sister, my aunt Hannah, married a man who immigrated with his family from Mexico. Her husband and his family are some of the hardest working, welcoming, and kind people I’ve ever met. They love their culture, and are happy to include other in it. Sadly, my Aunt and Uncle are Pro-Trump

He would make deeply racist remarks, use derogatory language, and talk about how “they all need to be locked away”. To him, being an immigrant made you subhuman, and this hypocrisy disgusted me. He was from an immigrant family, and yet hated his background so much that he would condemn it.

My adoptive father, who was adopted by my great grandma Irene’s family, was the first child to be born in America to a family of Russian immigrants. In spite of this, my father was deeply racist and hated immigrants, in particular Russian immigrants. I never understood how someone hate that way

I could see while talking with her how happy she was to share this part of herself with me. Even though I was adopted into her family, I was Jewish like her and she could share that with me. When she passed, I inherited her “Jewish” belongings, the few small items she had from her mother.

From what little I learned from her past, it seems like her mother and grandmother were eventually taken to a camp while her father got her and her sister to safety. She came to America shortly after, married my great Grandfather Jack, and left that part of her life behind her to become Mormon.

My great grandma Irene grew up in Nazi-Occupied France. Before she passed, she told me about her life in that environment. She spoke of how afraid her mother was that Gestapo would take them the same way they had taken their neighbors. Her father was French Resistance, and her mother was a Jew.