Why is one human drawn irresistibly to music, another to painting, yet another to the glories of the forest or the field? Why do we weep when we see something beautiful? Why are we weakened by beauty? Why does it break our hearts?
Shame on you. I was 4 miles away at another facility on the same day. No one is being dishonest. These border facilities are a national disgrace, with human beings kept in conditions worse than prisons, children sleeping on floors. These facilities have become edifices to hate.