Memoirs of a Political Dissident
Growing up in a poverty-stricken country like the Dominican Republic, you learn to appreciate a lot of things about life. Being an immigrant in a foreign land that does not make you feel welcome causes such deep seeded trauma that even in adulthood, I find myself talking to my therapist about this issue. Truth is, even at thirty, I still sometimes do not feel like this country welcomes me, and the caveat? I’m a middle of the road conservative, a “Trader Joe” republican; defined as someone who is fiscally conservative and liberal on certain issues. For some people, this is shocking to hear, and it’s even more shocking when the people who make you feel less welcome are the same people who fight for equality and acceptance.