... full of beautiful people from many lands.
We are all here, making our homes. Working at our jobs. Sharing our neighborhoods. Enjoying our families. Every one of us are, or come from a family of immigrants.
Every one of us. There is no exception.
We may look different but otherwise all have very similar wants and needs. Food, clothing, shelter. Happiness. Security. Peace.
We may speak different languages but all it takes is a little patience with eachother. People know they come here and have to learn English. Have a little patience. And make sure there is enough translation available so they know where to do their immigration paperwork and how to file their taxes and how to drive their cars all legally as they learn English.
Let me put it this way. I was born and raised in the U.S. and I don't know where to send an immigrant if they wanted to pursue legal registration and citizenship. How can we expect people who are here, who are fleeing from their tyrannical governments who are willing to deny them legal emigration, to automatically know where to go and what to do when they get here, and can't speak the language yet? They want to survive and have a future just like any one of us.
Come on, Nashville. There is a right way to handle this.
Nashville is a good place.