The door that I thought was open was actually just slightly ajar -- this door of America that would open wide if you had the right name, the right skin color, the right networks, but could just slam in your face if you had the wrong religion, the wrong immigration status, the wrong skin color.
A porta, que eu julgava estar aberta, só estava um pouco entreaberta — essa porta dos EUA que se abriria escancarada se tivéssemos o nome certo, a cor de pele certa, as redes sociais certas, mas que se fechava na nossa cara se tivéssemos a religião errada, o estatuto de imigração errado, a cor de pele errada.