Trump had proposed to ban our families and to monitor our friends. He had likened us to terrorists because of the color of our skin and the faith in our hearts.
In attacking Khizr Khan, he had attacked our uncles and our fathers. In mocking Ghazala Khan, he had mocked our mothers. In cheapening the sacrifice of Captain Humayun Khan, who was slain on the streets of Iraq defending this country, he had cheapened the sacrifices of our Muslim brothers and sisters serving in uniform.
A temporary halt until Muslims from dangerous war-torn countries can be properly vetted is not a ban on families and has nothing to do with skin colour. Since Islamic terrorism is Islamic of course faith has to be put under the microscope. Why would any truly patriotic American not want to do everything possible to prevent Islamic terrorists entering America? If Muslim Americans left those countries to escape violence and bloodshed why would they be against their new home doing everything in its power to prevent it from entering their new country?
Khizr Khan politicised the death of his son in order to help the Democrats hurt Trump politically and his wife stood side by side with him in front of the cameras while he did it. If you don’t want to get burnt stay out of the kitchen.Khizr Khan chose to take the battle to Trump and to involve the name of his dead son in the political battle. He cannot complain just because Trump fought back. Trump did not bring Captain Humayun Khan into the political debate, his father Khizr Khan did and his wife Ghazala Khan supported him.
But when the election was called, all we could do was watch in silence as the narrative of our lives shattered before our eyes. We felt in the deepest chambers of our being that America had betrayed us, had repudiated who we were. In a matter of minutes, the shining city on the hill became an armed citadel determined to oppose our existence.
What an outstanding example of hyperbole mixed with the imagery of a fairy tale.
I’m not buying it.