Government Shut Down – A Wall and Immigration

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One hundred years of films about the immigrant experience reveal the split personality of modern living

You would think the whole Government is closed during a Government shutdown but sadly, that’s not the case. Of course, politicians still receive their pay, while some of the real public servants go home without a paycheck-at least for the moment. I will never understand the logic behind it, I doubt anybody does.  Continue reading

More Than a Cry in The Dark

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Last night I sat in the dark; tears were rolling down my cheeks. I don’t cry often. If I do, then it’s because of a book or a movie. When a story touches my heart, that’s when I cry. I can’t help it, it’s a defense mechanism I suppose.  Continue reading

The New Colossus


the new colossus 2Every time I listen to Mr. Trump I shiver inside and the gruesome vision, of him being even close to the White House makes me sick to my stomach. The United States of America is such a beautiful country, and Mr. Trump such an ugly man, who seeks to rule it. The perfect material for fairy tales and poems, if it wouldn’t be so sad.  Continue reading


Some bloggers don’t need introductions and some reblogs don’t need an explanation. This is one of them. Thank you Patricia~!

The English Professor at Large

This Thanksgiving, I want to express my gratitude for my country, the United States of America, a land of immigrants. We are descendants of those who came to these shores from somewhere else in the world. I am thankful for the Statue of Liberty, a gift from France,that proudly stands in our New York harbor, greeting migrants with the welcoming words:

“Give me your tired, your poor. Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, these. the homeless, the tempest-tossed, to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

Lest we forget, my prayer is that we shall always be blessed by blessing others.

Happy Thanksgiving, fellow pilgrims!

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Don’t touch me~!


“Hate” can be found on every corner these days, often accompanied by fear; it seems these two go hand in hand. Fear of the unknown, hate toward a stranger. “He can’t have what is mine”, like we all would be still sitting in a big sandbox building sand castles.  “Don’t touch me,”  “Don’t invade my space.” We do sound like children, what are we scared off? Continue reading