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I don’t know much about political science, and I don’t know much about the formation of legislation or executive orders. I trust my ability to understand someone’s struggle more than my ability to derive sense from a multitude of facts in complex systems pulling everyone’s conceptions of values and ethics in different directions. Maybe I’ll have no answer for how to best grant thousands refugees asylum while protecting this country from fear of the threat of terror. Yet for the people looking for nothing more basic than a safe place to live and who have finally passed through what appears to be an already grueling vetting process (Links to an external site.), there is clearly an opportunity where support can be given that does not conflict with values, mine at least, as far as I can tell.

There are refugees and survivors here already. I hope that, despite the attention and suspicion backing the travel ban and immigration, these people, the majority of whom came to find safety, will continue to feel safe and be able to adjust to a new life given an impossible transition from their past.

Although not exclusively focused on refugees coming to the United State, a PBS documentary titled Exodus (Links to an external site.), released just this past December, tells the moving first-person stories of individuals fleeing Syria, Afghanistan, and Gambia, crossing sea and desert alone or with family, to reach what they hope will be a “promised land” in Europe. There is a daughter too young to watch for her family the way a mother would, who sheds tears remembering the death of young children too cold and waiting for too long at a checkpoint trying to gain entry to Turkey. “Put it out of your mind,” her father says to her, and perhaps this is the only thing she can do until it’s safe enough to remember again. There is a son, become father for his siblings after their father passed away, who sets out to leave in search of a better life for all of them. His siblings are crying but his eyes are wide open, lips pressed together, as he listens to the last advice his mother has for him: “Whatever you do, just have one intention. On land and sea, you must have the same goal. Respect people.”

My life is short, and there is only so much I can do. I don’t know about the future. I can act on what I see now, give aid or an ear to those who are struggling and need help right now. Maybe different people have different orientations toward how they choose to help. Some people look toward the crucial details, the caveats, and the consolidation of complexity to find resolution. Some people get the dialogues started, the conversation going, the expanding consciousness and the questioning and evolving development of values. Some people get their boots on the ground, pedal to the metal, hands in the thick of things. Some people give financially. Some people learn, try to understand, and simply embrace the challenge of just that. Some people do all of these. I don’t think any of these is greater than another.

I suppose the question is what do we do, as individuals, when we know how much we are given that we never asked for? What do I do with the responsibility of having the knowledge that, at the most basic level, right now, I am safe, and others are not? How will I choose to deal with ethics, anxiety, freedom, death, and love? While I ask myself these questions, there are thousands of people grappling with their own values and deciding that freedom and a safe place to live are worth risking their dignity, their homes, their livelihood, and their own peace of mind.

Anticipating a new executive order to be revealed next week concerning the travel ban, here are some more words of wisdom from Exodus. From a mother: “Always be in the middle of things, don’t be on the outside.” From a father: “The duty is on every human being to help each other in this crisis. Put religion to the side. Humanity is more important.”