I didn’t mean to cry while writing this, but I just got back from traveling to Istanbul, and as soon as I caught a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty (from a far distance in my fifth floor walk up apartment in Brooklyn), I burst into tears because I missed my new friends from Iran and around the world. And a lot of them can’t come visit me. So I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Trump’s repressive, un-American Travel Ban during this aspirationally Putin-esque Presidency.
