Green Card Awarded to Pregnant African Immigrant

My Five-Day Vacation into a Destroyed Northeastern Landscape

The Sign of All Times — the peace chair [author picture in front of my mother’s house]

I took a short vacation up north to the border of Canada. It was my mother‘s 90th birthday and she had promised a packed house. She lives alone in a small house and in an old village in western New York. What I found was an invasion in the high school town I grew up in. I witnessed first-hand a green card awarded to an African immigrant up close, right in front of my face.

I decided to walk home the three blocks to my mom‘s house after breakfast with one my brothers. He brought his “partner” with him. That’s how he introduces him, another man he lives with, a partner. Euphemisms. But that was minor.

What happened next in this all-white village? I went to school in and remained white until George Floyd died for resisting arrest, was more shocking. We stopped in this brand, new café or coffee house, and it was run by Yemenis. Here is this new coffee house opened by a bunch of Houthis loving-people. Just that day the Houthis launched a missile from Yemen into Israel and had bombed ships passing by their shore. I can’t understand how somebody let these Yemenis open a coffee house in a village where I grew up that was founded in the 18th century.