My mom, the refugee

Dec 2, 2015 · 11 min read
My mom, Corina Aroneanu

“You didn’t want a question mark next to your name — you never knew how it would affect you in the future.”

Equally elated and terrified, flying across borders towards the unknown, she felt the weight of the past release, and saw the opportunity of the future unfolding beneath her.

When we generalize refugee stories, though, when we leave behind the personal experiences of refugees, we make it easier for the bigots and demagogues to build a politics of division.


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Organizer, strategist, instigator @purpose. Formerly @berniesanders, co-founder @350, banjoist @2ndstringband

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