One personal reason I am pro-immigration

I am proud of my ancestors. The ones whose stories I know were Swedish immigrants who left their famine-ravished home in the late 1800’s/early 1900’s in search of such luxuries as food, pay, and land to work. My great-great grandfather was an immigrant, a carpenter, and a farmer, building the house where my family now lives and farming there for a number of years.

The idea of denying someone else the opportunity to leave such a legacy for their grandchildren is abhorrent to me.

These men and women were brave (my grandmother’s father left Sweden alone, at the age of 16, with $20 in his pocket). They seized what opportunity they could to live, to work, to raise families or provide for the ones they already had.

I believe America can still be that land of opportunity, if only we will let it.