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Children are hurt most under Trump presidency

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People gather near the exit of customs screening during a protest at San Franicsco International Airport on Jan. 29. (Jessica Christian/S.F. Examiner)

My son is 11 years old, and my daughter is nine. They have only ever known a black president; that is as far back as their memory will take them. When President Barack Obama was elected to be our 44th president, my son was attending a majority-African-American preschool at the time. The students celebrated with paper crowns with an image of their president in the center. The celebrations continued as my husband and I joined President Obama at Grant Park, in Chicago, to listen to his acceptance speech. People were cheering, crying and hugging strangers. The crowd was overwhelmed with emotion and a sense of pride for how far our country had come. We were a part of history.

Eight years later, we are now living under a Donald Trump presidency. The night the election results were clearly falling in Trump’s favor, I could not sleep. I awoke at 3 a.m. to check the election results yet again, at which point it was clear that Trump would become our next president. My heart sunk from fear of what this would mean for me and my loved ones, as Muslim-Americans with Syrian heritage. I hoped for the best — that Trump would not fulfill his promises to surveil, register and ban Muslims. I hoped he wouldn’t continue to encourage a reemergence of white supremacy, an irrational fear of African-Americans, Hispanics and other minorities, and a palpable lack of respect for women.

I was horribly wrong.

Within one week of his inauguration, Trump instituted a travel ban on seven Muslim-majority countries. Millions of Americans were horrified by the Islamophobic executive order, and many took to the streets to express their concerns. I was so caught up in the hoopla that I didn’t even realize the affect all this was having on my children. The weekend of the ban, my son innocently asked at the dinner table if our family would be placed in internment camps like the Japanese. The question completely caught me off guard. It is not like it did not cross my mind; I certainly worried about the prospect, but I didn’t think my own children would be burdened with this fear. I stumbled on my words and found myself reassuring my children that the camps were not as bad as prison. I clearly botched that answer, and the conversation ended with my daughter wailing and pleading, “Can we leave this country?”

I will never forget the look of fear in her eyes. I didn’t know how to comfort her without lying and pretending everything would be OK.

My daughter was born and raised in America, as was her father. She’s only ever lived in America and now wants to leave the only home she’s ever known. She’s terrified of what will happen to her because of her faith and beliefs and the country in which her grandparents were born. Something is awfully wrong with that picture.

When we look at the statistics, we know that Syrian refugees have never taken the life of an American in this country. Furthermore, nobody from the seven banned countries has committed terrorism on United States soil. It is clear that Trump’s Muslim ban not only has no basis, but it is also placing an immense psychological trauma on our children. Such a ban sends Muslim-American children the message that they cannot be both Muslim and American.

Millions of Muslim children no longer feel safe living in their country of birth. Minority children across the country — Muslim, Hispanic, African-
American, the disabled, etc. — need the support of the American people at large, now more than ever. They need to know that they belong here, regardless of what one man at the top of the food chain tells them. America is already great; Let us keep it that way.

Sana Khatib is a proud Syrian-American Muslim who lives in the Bay Area with her husband and two children.

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