Today is my daughter’s birthday. She is two. Her first birthday in America and an American citizen. When you adopt a child from a foreign country, and you finally go there to bring her home, you have to acquire a U.S. visa. That allows her to board the plane to America. With the visa, the adoption means that when the plane touches down on U.S. soil—at that literal moment—she becomes an official citizen of the United States of America.
America does lots of things wrong. And we get beat up all the time, rightly and wrongly, for most of those things. When that plane lands in America, this country deserves a little credit for doing something magnificently right.