Two immigrants met on a dark road in California, the day after Christmas. One of them came to this country legally, from Fiji, and spent years earning his dream: an American police badge. He drove two hours each way to the academy. He practiced his English every day so he could serve a small town better. He had a five-month-old son. Hours before his shift, he took a Christmas photo with his wife and his baby boy. The other came illegally. He had two drunk-driving arrests. He skipped his court-ordered program. His warrant sat open for four years, and sanctuary law kept his file out of federal hands. December 26, 2018. Newman, California. A town of ten thousand people and twelve police officers. At 1 a.m., the corporal pulled over a suspected drunk driver. The driver shot him. The corporal fired back, defending his town to his last breath. He died at the hospital. The sheriff who led the manhunt said it in plain English: his deputies had been prohibited from reporting the killer’s earlier arrests to immigration. His words: the outcome could have been different. One man honored everything this country asks of an immigrant. The other ignored all of it. Only one of them is gone. The wrong one. His son is growing up on photographs of the American dream wearing a police uniform. He should be teaching that boy to fish. He should be alive. God bless every immigrant who loves this country the way he did. And God bless every American who refuses to accept which man walked away.