The U.S. is both for hating immigrants, and made of immigrants. I would like to know (doesn’t matter where you live) what were your experiences of having immigrants in your life, for me… I’d say the man who drives me to work hardest isn’t my father, it’s my neighbor who busted his ass daily working on cars, yards work, anything. He hasn’t had a day of rest since I moved in 3+ years ago it seems… But it’s what he chooses. When I got chickens, he wanted in, and got yelled at by his wife. So now I find random corn kernels and feed thrown whenever his wife is gone lol. 35 years on this earth. I actually judge where I rent off if I have neighbors who aren’t white. That makes me racist I guess. But seriously, what’s your story of why humans are fucking human.