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 pensava estar aberta, na verdade, está ligeiramente entreaberta, essa porta dos EUA que se abre amplamente se você tiver o nome certo, a cor de pele certa, os contatos certos, mas que pode ser batida na sua cara se tiver a religião errada, o status de imigrante errado, a cor de pele errada.