My last post was written before the President struck, in a dismayingly prescient piece of timing.

Let’s be clear: Our schools are filled with millions of scared and even terrified Mexican children. We just added all of our children from Iraq, Syria, Iran, Libya, Somalia, Sudan and Yemen to the count. We added many Muslim children from other countries beyond those seven, as well as Muslim children from long-established, U.S. Muslim families.

We will go into Monday with so many lost and frightened children in our classrooms.

I have few words. I pray my former student Michael, who came from Syria a few years ago, is safe. The best recommendation out there right now: If you are here, don’t travel. If you want to come here, make another plan.

Not a single one of the terrorists in the 9/11 attack came from the seven selected countries if my memory serves me right. But facts don’t seem to be winning the day right now. Are tears running down the face of the Statue of Liberty?

I can tell you children are out there crying, as they wait for fathers, mothers, uncles, and friends who ended up on the wrong side of the ocean today. They are watching parents cry. In the background, I listen as a newscaster talks about a mosque that burned last night, two in Texas in the last month.

In “They Thought They Were Free: The Germans 1933-1945,” by Milton Mayer, Chapter 1 begins with the burning of a synagogue. Let’s pray we are not entering the first chapter of our own historical drama. Iran has fired back, and our Iranian citizens will be unable to visit relatives in that country.

In the meantime, let’s hold up the kids while the dominoes fall.