“Why is it always us? All of these people – so many children – hunted and abused and tormented. Families stolen, lives shattered. They come all this way to be rejected yet again, sent outside the city walls to sleep in flimsy tents, to fight over paltry scraps of food, to starve and freeze and suffer more. And we are expected to be thankful. To be happy. So many are – I know it. Happy to be safe. To be alive. But it’s not enough – not to me.”
