A very good friend of mine emigrated to the USA in 2008 to follow an academic career. She's a professor at a Texas university now. Two children under the age of 10.
As a person of slightly left wing opinions she feels trapped. She receives quite a lot of abuse for being a libtard and If it wasn't for her kids being in school she'd be back to the UK in a flash.
I also have a Hijab wearing sister in law who lives in Vegas and works as an architect. She has been in the US for about 13 years also. Her experience of being an obviously Muslim person in Vegas was a mostly positive one until about 2016 when the verbal attacks started. Things have gradually got worse and she can expect to be abused almost daily. She also has two young American born children.
It's just so sad.
Their reasons for being horrified are too many to list. I know for one of them finding out that some of her kids classmates have ballistic backpacks and that their teacher has a "shooting kit" which contains a sharpie to write the names of the dead on their arms was a final straw.
A very good friend of mine emigrated to the USA in 2008 to follow an academic career. She's a professor at a Texas university now. Two children under the age of 10.
As a person of slightly left wing opinions she feels trapped. She receives quite a lot of abuse for being a libtard and If it wasn't for her kids being in school she'd be back to the UK in a flash.
I also have a Hijab wearing sister in law who lives in Vegas and works as an architect. She has been in the US for about 13 years also. Her experience of being an obviously Muslim person in Vegas was a mostly positive one until about 2016 when the verbal attacks started. Things have gradually got worse and she can expect to be abused almost daily. She also has two young American born children.
It's just so sad.
Their reasons for being horrified are too many to list. I know for one of them finding out that some of her kids classmates have ballistic backpacks and that their teacher has a "shooting kit" which contains a sharpie to write the names of the dead on their arms was a final straw.