On Tuesday evening, in my town, Knoxville, Tennessee, which, racially, is the same demographically as America was in the 1950s, Yassin’s Felafel shop held a fundraiser for refugees.
I arrived half an hour early and the place, a small diner with barely any staff, was already packed, with people queuing up outside. By 6pm the line stretched around the block. Three hours later people kept arriving, waiting in the cold, the line never decreasing.
I hope Democrat politicians understand what is happening to their voters.