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Sunday, June 25, 2017
Actually, My Immigrant Mother was a University Professor
"I wonder if the GOP has asked itself who will clean their toilets & nanny their children & drive their limos when we're all dead & deported." - Mary Beth Williams, a Salon writer and Manhattan resident, displaying what she thinks "immigrants" do.