Like how the taxi drivers--from and to the airport--were both dark-skinned immigrant men. And both had Muslim names.
The doormen at the hotel were also dark-skinned immigrants.
The housekeeping woman who knocked on the door as I was getting ready for the meeting apologized in her Spanish-accented voice.
The dark-skinned restaurant waitress spoke with a West Indian accent.
The coffee place at the airport gate was staffed by three women, who looked like they were Somali or Ethiopian, and their English was highly accented.
It was, and still is, surreal to think that the White House, which is only twenty blocks away from the hotel, will soon be the home to one whose campaign beat up on immigrants--legal and illegal. Even more surreal it is to think that the First Lady will not be one who was born in America but an immigrant herself, who may have even briefly worked illegally when she arrived here.
I suppose this happens to be an entertaining theatrical moment to metaphorically--and, sometimes, literally--beat up on us brown-skinned immigrants with funny accents. It certainly got the votes for the president-elect.
In the courses that I teach, immigration as a concept always gets interesting, not the least because I am an immigrant myself. Over the years, I have found that it is not unusual for students to think about their own personal experiences with immigrants. When they do, students almost always talk about the farm labor being mostly immigrants, which is understandable. I particularly recall one "native" student's comment that he simply could not keep up with the speed and ease with which the migrant laborers were picking the pears. Students also talk about the immigrant doctors and nurses, who too are almost always brown-skinned. (South Asia and the Philippines send quite a few thousands of physicians and surgeons and nurses to this country.)
Imagine if all the immigrants, including me, were gone, which is what the white supremacists explicitly want, and something that the white nationalists have voted for. From the Muslim taxi drivers in DC to the pear-pickers in Oregon, to the physician in rural Tennessee. That will be no different from the scenario that was dealt with in a Hollywood movie from a few years ago--A Day Without A Mexican. ... to be continued, I am sure ;)