Immigration in the
breakaway republic

"Who's this, Dad?" asked your blogstress, as she sifted through a pile of ancient family photos.

"Lemme see now," he replied, adjusting his glasses and taking the formal, 1920s studio shot in hand. "Oh, that's my grandfather and my Uncle Joe."

Grand-Grandpa was a small, sturdy-looking man of indeterminate ethnic heritage who arrived in the U.S. from Poland in the late 19th century.

Uncle Joe became a ward-heeler for the Democratic Party on the South Side of Chicago.

And there, mes amis, you have the secret of why Republicans so fear immigrants.

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