We fled genocide and America welcomed us. Still, Thanksgiving this year is hard

My rage at this state of affairs consumes and numbs me. This is not the United States I know

When my family fled the genocide in Bosnia and Herzegovina, we arrived in the United States with little to show. We did not know English, had no family or friends in the country, and possessed zero job prospects. We escaped a war with just a blind hope that a life with dignity and security could be carved out in this new country.

The Kellys, a proudly Irish Catholic and Republican family, helped us find that.