What I hope
My friend Pete Crozier has launched a remarkably simple website, WeHope.us: “Not asking for money or donations; no contributions other than your hopes and a click of your mouse.”
It’s just a curated list of dozens of submissions from “fathers and mothers, sons and daughters, aunts and uncles, grandparents and siblings … Republicans and Democrats, whites and blacks, and followers of many different faiths … people with all levels of education and different sexual orientations.”
As the improbable descendant of immigrant refugee grandparents, Christian Arabs from Syria and Eastern European Jews who arrived in America more than a century ago, I contributed this:
I hope your children and your children’s children surprise you in their diversity.
This reflects my greatest fear for the U.S. in the years ahead: That it risks becoming an isolated nation, cut off from diversity — of thought, of culture, of improbable and unexpected ideas and descendants.
I hope it doesn’t.