I’ve never met an unhappy immigrant in America. Never.

And I’ve experienced a lot of America. I lived in Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, Florida, Tennessee, California, and Massachusetts.

The affluent ones who of course have every reason to thank the country for their success. The ones living in uncertainty or struggling to make ends meet, waiting for their asylum applications, H1B renewals, or green cards. The aspiring entrepreneurs and the ones who failed. The ones with safe jobs and the laid-off ones. The opportunistic folks — the ones who won the green card lottery for example. The elderly folks who will never fully adjust to America’s culture or even learn to speak the language fluently but who moved to America because their kids made America their home.

I’m actually trying to focus and remember at least one grumpy or angry immigrant, ranting about America. I can’t.

It’s like imagining our two lovely ever-happy Boston terriers turning into wolves or werewolves and terrorizing the family who they so passionately love. A random analogy I know…

It’s an observation both trivial and profound. America is known for its immigrant-friendly culture. But think about what it actually means: no matter where you come from, no matter your struggles or insecurities, you find peace. You find your dreams. You find respect. No matter your political…