There were other immigrants who came here in the bottom of slave ships, worked even longer, even harder for less. But they too had a dream that one day their sons, daughters, grandsons, granddaughters, great-grandsons, great-granddaughters, might pursue prosperity and happiness in this land.
But why aren’t -friend- “ships” a thing? Like– I ship you two so hard in a totally platonic way and I just want to see you two run around on epic adventures and take over the world together–no? Just me?