My mother left the Dominican Republic in the late 1960s and came to New York City to create a better life for her children. I was born and raised in Washington Heights, but I lived in the Dominican Republic for several years as a child and have traveled back every few years since. I absolutely love the Dominican Republic.
That same love of Quisqueya, the indigenous word for the island of Hispaniola, which my parents instilled in me, I have, in turn, inculcated in my three daughters with regular trips to the Dominican Republic. It is because of that profound and abiding affection that I am so outraged and deeply saddened by the actions of those in power in the country.