Once upon a time in a country called America (with American values) there was a place called Ellis Island.

Immigrants would go through the process of being screened and vetted. A tradition as American as apple pie. My son’s grandfather came through here. The rest of his family was killed in the Holocaust.

None of the immigrants minded the process of waiting because they knew that it was just common sense. And they were happy for the PRIVILEGE of being welcomed to America.

..the end.