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…