I am mar­ried to a Ukrainian refugee

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im­mi­grant whose par­ents were slave la­bor­ers for the Nazis. My hus­band and his par­ents were nat­u­ral­ized cit­i­zens who were proud and grate­ful to be able to call them­selves Amer­i­can. Be­fore we mar­ried, I at­tended a large Ukrainian fes­ti­val in New Jersey, where I en­coun­tered thou­sands of Ukraini­ans speak­ing Ukrainian and halt­ing English while wear­ing na­tive cos­tumes, sell­ing Ukrainian food and host­ing stage per­for­mances with su­perb singers and dancers. As the stage show be­gan, I saw thou­sands of these new Amer­i­cans stand with hands over hearts, tears on their cheeks, pro­nounc­ing each word of “The Star-Span­gled Ban­ner” per­fectly. I have never for­got­ten the mo­ment.

Over a life­time of hard work, my fa­ther-in-law learned to speak English bet­ter than our pres­i­dent. Shame on this ad­min­is­tra­tion and all who don’t speak up against its nox­ious and anti-Amer­i­can views of im­mi­grants and im­mi­gra­tion.

Nancy G. Czu­jko, Sil­ver Spring

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