If You . . .

If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?

What would you be doing?

What would you be wearing?

What would you be eating?

Who is enjoying this place, this food, with you?

Now imagine a bright young woman—a mother with a child, brave, organized and willing to take a risk—a woman who is forced to leave her country because of war, hatred, starvation, religious persecution, landslides, earthquakes, or no work—and whose dream is to live in golden, dazzling America.

What would her answers be to those questions?

We all feel this moment of strange instability, don’t we, my dear Conflabbians? Our world feels like it has come unscrewed from its axis, and the guy at the wheel has a brain stuffed with Tampax.

We know that migration leads to prosperity and progress. We are a country built on migration. We know that restrictions lead to stagnation. So, now . . .

Let me ask you:

As Trump begins carrying out his mass deportations——and a president who rounds up immigrants is ALWAYS inferior to …