I’ll be proud of America again when America starts being the place my parents, teachers, etc. told me it was. The place where all are created equal, where anybody can succeed, where you can be anything you want to be, where the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to be free can come to live their dreams.

Right now, I feel like I was sold a bill of goods, and the lie only becomes more obvious with every passing day.