There is a lovely song that I think we might all be familiar with entitled Somewhere. It was written by Leonard Bernstein and was made famous in the musical West Side Story. The story revolves around rival gangs in New York, the Caucasian Jets and the immigrant gang, the Puerto Rican Sharks. Of course, the lovers in the drama cross cultural boundaries, leading to warnings, jealousy and death. Three of the gang leaders are killed including Maria’s brother, Bernardo, leader of the Sharks, and her intended husband, Tony, a reformed leader of the Jets. The tragedy ends with members of the Jets and the Sharks carrying the body of Tony.
Why does it take the death of someone to bring adversaries together?
As I listened to the words of the song I became aware that the lyrics apply to our current situation at the border and throughout the USA. I can hear a migrant-refugee praying for his family in the lyrics, can you? I can hear the longing of a migrant-refugee mother in the music, can you? I can hear the dreams of a migrant-refugee child in them both, can you?
“There’s a place for us, Somewhere a place for us. Peace and quiet and open air – Wait for us – Somewhere.
There’s a time for us, Someday a time for us,
Time together with time spare,
Time to learn, time to care,
We’ll find a new way of living,
We’ll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere . . .
There’s a place for us, A time and place for us.
Hold my hand and we’re halfway there.
Hold my hand and I’ll take you there
Somehow, Someday, Somewhere!”