Perhaps an unwelcoming America is not such a bad thing for the rest of the world.
It’s as if the American Dream itself is being outsourced back to places like India. Five years ago, when I moved back to India, nobody understood why I would do such a thing. These days they nod understandingly.
But I still remember with wistfulness my first night in America, that car lot with its red white and blue balloons and the American Dream unspooling in front of me with such limitless abandon into the fluorescent night.
Editors note: This commentary is based on an op-ed which originally appeared in The New York Times.