I’m a refugee who reports on America’s ills. I still believe in its promise | Lok Darjee

Born in a camp in Nepal, I was welcomed to the United States as a child. Loving this country does not mean ignoring its contradictions It was a hot, dry afternoon, sometime in the spring of 2009. I was wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts twice the size of my waist, held up with a piece of wire. I sat beneath a tree across from the bamboo office of the International Organization for Migration (IOM), waiting. My heart pounded as sweat rolled down my face. Every few minutes I looked…