Outrageous, my grandmothers, a New York resident, who legally migrated to the US in the 1920s, and raised my mother there, had a stroke in the mid-1960s and traveled to live with us in the Caribbean Island nation of Trinidad and Tobago. Can you imagine an inhumane proposition that my grandmother could not travel to where she could be taken care of by family. What nation of beasts to we intend to become? To how dark and low will we journey? This nonsense works both ways.