Divided Among Ourselves
How Mass Immigration Fractures Native American Solidarity and Why a Complete Pause Can Restore It I live in Plano, Texas. The changes I described yesterday (the mosques, the layered languages in the parks, the shifting rhythms of daily suburban life) are not abstract. They have done something deeper and more insidious than simply altering the face of my hometown. They have fractured us, the native-born Americans who built these neighborhoods, these schools, these parks. Neighbors who once shared the same unspoken assumptions about backyard barbecues, English-default conversations, and a common Texas cadence now eye one another warily across the street. Parents…