A few months ago one of my big-hearted friends confided to me, “I really want to bring a Syrian family here”—here being the North Carolina Outer Banks, our home.
As it so happened, only two days earlier I’d heard a clergyman voice the same desire.
I deeply honor the sentiment behind this. Yes, let’s share our abundance in an open, loving way. Everyone will benefit, us as well as those we help.
But why would we bring people whose lives have already been ripped wide open to a place where there is no mosque, no Islamic presence, no language spoken but English and a little Spanish, and virtually no ethnic diversity? A place, moreover, where there is a good measure of anti-Islamic sentiment?
These questions have continued to nag at me. So I decided to look into them.