At the Airport

I was waiting for my husband at the airport when I saw that some case workers from Refugee Services were waiting there, too.

There were a few cameramen with them, and they all looked out excitedly toward the gate.

Soon a couple walked out from behind the corner carrying small, blue plastic bags. They were Somali refugees. A child clung to the woman’s back.

Refugee Services greeted the family. The laughter, cameras and presence of foreigners caused a little bit of a ruckus. After they had made their way to the baggage claim, the woman standing behind me asked me if I knew what the commotion was all about.

I told her they were a family of Somali refugees.

“Refugees!” she laughed. “I thought they were somebody important.”

3 Responses to “At the Airport”
  1. bobbi says:

    Oooh. That’s terrible! (What the woman said)

    You must have stared at her in disbelief.

  2. Claire says:

    Someone important, like Lindsay Lohan or Justin Beiber, right?

    Yipes. Also convicting, since I certainly don’t work to welcome refugees.

  3. Darrell says:

    The influx of Refugees remind me a little of the influx of dead and wounded veterans that the USG can’t afford to keep its promises to. If you can’t afford them then stop making so many of them.

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