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Bill Alstrom (MAtoMainetoMA)'s avatar

Roots? We are all immigrants or a product of immigrants. One generation or many. Doesn't matter.

We need more immigrants. We are aging out. Our birth rate is below replacement.

In Florida there are 55 applicants for every 100 job openings.

We need hard working new Americans. And there are thousands applying for the positions.

Not "open borders". But an expanded system of welcoming those displaced by the Climate Crisis and thuggery.

They need a home. We need workers in almost every category. It's win, win.

Roots? Our family is Northern European blended with Ashkenazi and Sephardic - all were immigrants who sought a new life. Grateful and welcoming we should be.

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Claudia's avatar

I hope I may be permitted to change the question slightly to 'how do you define your home' - it is the question which I grappled with years ago, after I had been living in Scotland for a few years. What was my home? Was it Scotland? Or was it the 'other place', the place which I had left behind?

I found this a really difficult question until I realised that I did not have one 'home', I had two. One 'home' in was in the sense of the German phrase 'Heimat', which was the village back home, where my grandparents had been courting and my great-grandparents had been buried in the local cemetery. I still have a connection to that place, it feels to me as if my bones belong there. It is home.

But equally Scotland is home. I live here, I am part of the people of Scotland, I belong here. It is my 'home' in the sense of the French phrase 'chez moi', my place and where I hang up my hat of an evening.

Once I had defined 'home' along those two (!) lines, my sense of identity became clear(er) to me and I have felt settled ever since.

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