I am a second generation American. All four of my grandparents escaped the pogroms in Russia, the Ukraine, Lithuania to arrive by boat in Boston, at (I think) Castle Island. They never spoke about “the old country.” I have no idea whether they were “illegal” immigrants. No one talked of such things. One grandparent came as an infant, the three others came as teenagers. There was a story that my Bubbe lied and said she was someone else’s daughter when she came to America. I think how now that she would be seen as an unaccompanied minor and she could be detained if she’d come in 2019 instead of 1903. The risks my grandparents took to leave their homes to come to America have given me the opportunities for freedom. What a gift they gave me.