I've stayed out of the Syria/Paris threads for the most part, especially parts pertaining to the refugee situation. Reason being, I had very mixed feelings.
I came to America in the late 80's as a Refugee from Russia. Now, my situation was a little different than the Syria situation. Both of my parents are very well educated, and my brother was of college age. We planned on becoming productive members of society, and especially, we planned to integrate. When we first landed in America, the FBI picked up my dad for a few days to debrief him. He did some Research work in the early 80's in Russia for the military so they wanted some info. After that, they asked us where we wanted to live and they assumed Brighton Beach in NY with all the other Russians.
My parents said FUCK NO. We came to America to become Americans, not live in a Russian shit hole community. We ended up in Queens, and the first picture we ever took in America was us as a family, at the dinner table, with American Flags in our hands, and a flag on a stand on the table.
They we're proud. We, we're proud. They quickly got jobs, my dad as an Audio Engineer and my mother at a BioChem company. My brother began working at a McDonalds with very limited English. He was a shift manager in 3 months, surpassing people that have been there for years.
When getting my Citizenship, it was the proudest moment of my life. I finally had a Country. I was a productive member of society. My family worked hard, we paid our taxes, and we did everything we could the right way. I was very fortunate.