If you know any Soviet expats, or anyone who has spent time in more repressive nations (NK, some of the Stans, and still a few places in Africa and Asia come to mind), may be helpful to chat with them about survival strategies. They’ve tested a few (clandestine cell structures and the like) to destruction, and proved them out.
We Are Migrants
I am Marvin’s son.
Marvin, the man, is my father. He has not been seen as a man, only a tool. Marvin, the man, who has worked and worried that there would not be enough for me. Never worried about himself. Gladly he has done without, if it meant I could have anything to eat, to wear…
Just read and shared this on Facebook from HuffPo. Such a strong, powerful piece. So, so sorry about the insanity prevalent in our country right now. Hoping for you and your mom that things settle down, in so many ways. In the right ways. Peace.