If you are leaving, bring your loved ones. If you're not, take care of others.

My grandfather died 13 years ago. I'm glad he hasn't had to watch our descent into open fascism.

He came to America early last century to escape Nazis, and start a life for his family to join.

He wanted to become an engineer, but the office at his college told him there weren't Jewish engineers and to go into accounting. He went to night school for a dollar a credit, which was partially reimbursed if he maintained a B+ average, and worked during the day for sixteen cents an hour when the minimum wage was twenty four cents an hour.

A few months before he died, he'd said how for the first time in sixty six years he didn't have to learn the new loopholes in the tax laws. He had been a CPA, with a view of the Statue of Liberty from his office in New York City.

He was an incredible man, in so many ways - but as I've gotten older, I've realized even though he worked his entire life and earned everything he had, it was still a matter of privilege, because his mother and sister - my great grandmother and great aunt - were supposed to be on a later boat but did not make it out in time.

If you're leaving, try to take your loved ones with you.
If you're staying, try to help the people who can't leave.