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The first time was when I was about 8 years old. My Haitian aunt was supposed to come to the United States for a birthday party. She was proud, solemn. She had a very good life in Haiti. She never wanted to learn English or live in any country other than her own. Yet whenever she flew to the United States, her experience at the border and through customs was hellish: She was a third-class citizen, an unwanted immigrant. This was my early education in how my homeland viewed my father’s homeland.
The second time was when I was about 12. My mother drove me from Detroit to Chicago to hear a self-proclaimed expert who had sold a few books explain how he could help kids prepare for college. My mother had his book and she thought I should hear him speak. During the seminar, I’m not sure how Haiti came about; I just remember him saying, “Nobody wants to go to that hellhole.” And then he laughed uneasily, along with the audience.
Walz and Vance were able to (more or less) agree on the need for more and better child care solutions for working families. While their plans weren’t identical, it was nice to hear America’s child care crisis—an issue that disproportionately affects women—addressed on a national stage. It might be easy to forget, given the novelty of getting through a debate without either candidate calling the other “mentally retarded,” but Vance’s deft take on Trump’s agenda was still… the same agenda.
