People, immigration, borders without walls, these are my thoughts because we all have a story to tell.
If I told you that I'm a southern black man, born in Jackson, Tennessee, 85 miles from Memphis, where Martin Luther King was assassinated, would you hold it against me?
If I told you I'm from a family of twelve, with eight sisters and three brothers, and I love and respect women, would you welcome me as one of your family?
If I told you my DNA ancestry says I'm 25% Ivory Coast and Ghanaian, 23% from Cameroon and Congo, 18% Nigerian, 13% Senegalese, 6% Benin and Togolese, 3% United Kingdom, and 12% other regions, would you shelter me?
If I told you I have a niece with HIV, a friend with AIDS, and that I've had substance abuse and homelessness issues, would you shun me?
If I told you I'm a Christian, who calls Native Americans, Muslims, Jews, Europeans, Asians, Mexicans, Buddhists, Hindus, agnostics amd atheists all of whom have been given the breath of life, my friends, would you call me brother?
When green card holders, DACA families and immigrants of any status are in jeopardy of being sent away to a place, that for many, would be foreign lands, would you harbor them? Would you harbor me?