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Friends,
Travel and xenophobia. Our views on these topics are often tainted by where we started. If you come from an affluent nation, you take for granted that the doors of every country (outside the “axis of evil”, of course) will be open. The world is your oyster. Come to think of it, if you are an affluent member of a poor country, your outlook is not that different. Could it be the current outbreak of xenophobic paranoia is really a case of wealthism? (if it wasn’t a word before, it is now!). It’s not that we don’t want foreigners -America is, after all, a diverse melting pot. We just don’t want them if they’re poor (uneducated, desperate, bad hombres from ******** countries). Maybe we should update the plaque at the Statue of Liberty. “Give me your tourists, your rich, your investing partners yearning to breathe free” –feels more current. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for capitalism and wealth accumulation as each individual’s reward for pulling themselves up by their own bootstraps and prospering from the fruits of their honest labor. Still, when I hear us wealthsplaining (yes, another new word!) about the drug smuggling and human trafficking crisis, it feels the case being made is too clever by half. This morning, as I grab a donut and wonder, I challenge you to join me in questioning your own biases. Who knows, maybe we can be a tad more compassionate nation, open to the tired, poor and huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
Happy Friday!

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