I lock my front door every night. Not because I despise the families who live down the street, but because I cherish the three sleeping heads under my roof. That impulse — to guard what we love — lies at the heart of the conservative case for a secure border. Too often, we let opponents …
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I lock my front door every night. Not because I despise the families who live down the street, but because I cherish the three sleeping heads under my roof.
That impulse — to guard what we love — lies at the heart of the conservative case for a secure border. Too often, we let opponents cast us as people against something (immigrants) when, in fact, we’re actually: for our children’s safety, for working-class wages, for the fragile civic glue that lets strangers treat one another like neighbors.
