“God Bless America. Land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her through the night with the light from above.” The lyrics of Irving Berlin, a Russian immigrant, who wrote many of America’s songbooks. America definitely needs the light from above as she revisits this dark night of her life. Her struggles with immigration have been part of her songbook since she was born back in 1776. We have always wrestled with it. It just depends on your “soup du jour” or soup of the day. Currently it is the “brown skinned” poor coming in from Central America. Several years from now it will be another group. We have always fought over immigration within the country. The more we try to close the doors and put up the fences, the more problems we will create for ourselves. Why? Is it just human nature. “I got mine now you stay out” or is it something more?