I’m an Arab-American whose great-grandmother arrived at Ellis Island in the 1890s carrying a note that had only one word on it: “Kingston.”
There was already an Arab community forming in Kingston, and my ancestor settled in, raising her children and grandchildren in Kingston, Saugerties, and Tivoli. Her descendants number in the hundreds and have gone into many careers that served her adopted nation: the Post Office, the military, law, education, and medicine, and among her descendants are award-winning artists of national renown.
We have been fully American, as American as any other ethnic group, until in recent decades when we and our people have been demonized, dehumanized, and cast as enemies. And — unfortunately — the press, whether out of prejudice or official pressure — have been