My father, a WWII refugee, would no longer recognize our country

He was the fixer of broken appliances and the slayer of pesky spiders, but that was just the start. As a World War II refugee, he embodied the spirit of service, bringing Christmas trees to disadvantaged families through Chicago’s Christmas Ship. Now, one can only wonder if he would still recognize the country he once embraced.

My father, a WWII refugee, would no longer recognize our country