ONE IMMIGRANT TELLS IT

I came to America just like these folk, with my suitcase in my hand.














They looked at my passport and my papers, stamped them and said, "Welcome to America!"















Then I was out on the curb at LAX, it was nighttime and the automatic voice telling me about the white line and the green line was something new and confusing . . .

















. . . Now let me tell you why this is just plain wrong on so many levels . . .




. . . . . . . . . . . . . STORMBRINGER