My country's assaults on refugee babies are not only a horrific bullying of desperate people and foreshadowing of the atrocities in Germany, but an assault on my father's memory as well.
I am deeply ashamed. And I am stressed because I want to comfort all of the refugees who have been assaulted by my country, and I don't feel that I have a way to do it. The only immediate thing I can think of to do is what I am doing: sending good vibes of comfort to these poor souls.
I am reminded of Thomas Jefferson's words, "I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just." If he was alive today, he'd say, "karma is a b*tch."
Wait for it.