How does a dusty, working-class town in Georgia not only manage to rehome thousands of refugees, but make them integral to the town’s sense of identity?
Kelli is emphatic in describing the welcome he received there, especially compared to the lack of warmth he encountered in Germany. “Two days after we arrived in Clarkston, we were terrified. And then all these people arrived at our door with food, wanting to help us learn English”. He laughs: “You know, we thought they were the CIA or something, all these white Americans knocking at our door.” In fact, they were members of Clarkston’s All Saints Episcopal Church: “They didn’t look at all like us. But they changed our lives”.