Last May I posted an essay that ended with a note that my teaching colleague and I received from a student after their final oral exam in our colloquium on goodness during the Nazi era.
Please read the essay for the full story and context; I am re-posting my student’s note today because she is a DACA student. With POTUS’s imminent decision to end the DACA program, I wanted to provide an insight into the life, fears, and beauty of just one of these precious people–exactly the sort of person that our faith requires us to protect and embrace. With only a couple of edits for the sake of protecting the student’s privacy, here is the note:
From the bottom of my heart, I thank you so much for teaching this course. I am very grateful that I was able to be a part of your class because it truly changed my outlook on life, and my life in general. Before enrolling in this course, I wanted to take a class that would be meaningful especially in a changing political climate filled with hate. I told myself that I wanted to learn how it was possible to still have hope in such a horrible time. That’s what I told myself, but really I wanted to know why people were filled with so much hate, hate for me. . . . I want you to know the impact that you each had on my life. Thank you for teaching the rest of my peers how I am often excluded from people’s moral communities, bringing me into your moral community, and acknowledging that I am human too.