Immigrants like me have to reject the new America-hatred

Tuesday is my America-versary. Every year on July 20th, my family commemorates the day my mother and I arrived in America. My father and grandmother had arrived a couple of years earlier. We got out. We are free. We celebrate.

We will toast our luck and declare: The United States is the greatest country in the history of the world, and we are so grateful to wake up here. Saying so shouldn’t make anyone uncomfortable. But it does.