Several years ago I worked in the States for a while. My wife’s American but I still needed a worker’s visa. But when I lost my job, there we were stuck with a house and van that we’d bought. Lisa and the kids booted it back to Canada to recover while I stayed down in the States to sell the house and van. Officially I was now there illegally. It was a very strange feeling being alive and well but somehow invalid. Existentially I felt both human and illegitimate through no fault of my own. Paranoia pervaded my breathing space.
Whether or not you agree with the legality of it, that is how people genuinely feel. I’m asking how you would feel.
The scythe, like a giant question, hangs over our heads.