Playing a round of golf on an unseasonably warm January day in Mesquite, Nevada, and later watching the movie “The Greatest Showman” might seem to be a strange way to begin some serious thinking about immigration.
But, the two greatly different recreational activities affected my thoughts greatly on a weekend when the U.S. government shut down largely over a debate about the futures of 800,000 Dreamers whose parents brought them here when they were children.
While golfing, we passed three laborers working to complete a home. I watched them perform back breaking tasks. It seemed as though they never stopped working.