To be a citizen

My first-born child ceremoniously became a naturalised American citizen yesterday. She is happy that the process–and it has been going on quite some time–is now over. She promises to write about her experiences: I cannot capture the ire well enough. But, right now, she has very little by way of human kindness for that process and those who administer it. I know that she was a bit stressed to have to take a train very early this morning to Philadelphia, to get an expedited US passport. She has the passport. That’s putting a gloss on a harrowing day. I know from the tone of her voice that she had been through the mill.

Those who travel or who have had to deal with immigration issues in any country know well that much of the process seems arbitrary, whatever the well-intended ideas. To get the rights of a citizen you sometimes have to deal with being wronged many times over.

Perhaps she needs to take some of the “milk of amnesia” her first grader sister thinks will calm all ills.


About The Grasshopper

Professional international economist, recently retired from an international organization. I use blogging as a way of organizing my ideas and thoughts about a range of topics. I was born in Jamaica, and spent many years being educated, living, and working in the UK. I lived in the USA for a few decades, and worked and travelled abroad extensively. My views have a wide international perspective. Father of girls. Also, married to an economist.
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One Response to To be a citizen

  1. Jo says:

    Makes me sad that something that should be a happy celebration is so onerous.

    (I think we need a national dose of milk of amnesia!)

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