I met a fellow at a gas station a while back, spoke with a lovely sing-song accent. I asked if he was from the islands, and he said that no, he was from the continent.
I told him welcome, and wished him good luck as I paid for my cherry coke. I hope he does well.
(We could use more of them, the ones who want to live in freedom and to better themselves, that is.)
That’s the way I see it, too: Welcome to all the goodhearted, honest immigrants looking to work and live peacefully alongside everyone else. Many of us are the descendants of hardworking immigrants. We’re glad to see good people who love this country come here, as long as they do so via a legal process (that’s all).