To the editor:
This story may sound familiar to you. My grandfather immigrated to our great nation in 1897 from Holland. While at Ellis Island, a port of entry for immigrants in New York City, he changed his name from Dirk to Dick in an attempt to better fit into this New World he was entering.
He settled in Nyssa, Ore., eked out a life by buying and selling cattle, married and became a father to four children. My mother was his first born. At this time in history, life for immigrants is not as easy as it was for my grandfather, and it was not easy for him. People, especially people of color, both documented and undocumented, live in constant fear due to the presence of ICE in our communities.
July 20, 2018 2:13 p.m. read more..