"Teach", my mother, would with patience, take the time to display, unlike others in the same place, true care for their plight. Working to understand the fears, sometimes despair, the need to be understood and thereby better provide hope and comfort to their own families.

When these immigrants and refugees from fear and loss, torture and despair, climbing from misunderstanding toward eventual citizenship, would feverishly repeat and gesture "Teach, Teach" seeking where they knew they could find, recognition of their fear, understanding from her own experience, their displacement. Would carefully listen and speak to and for them, helping them become UNdisplaced persons.

An experience she herself might never see in the land of the brave and the free.