Where is Tarzan now? Where is the safe jungle?

I feel threatened as a hostile critic of this populist junta—and of our crazed mob behavior. And who knows what a US passport will offer soon. Can't get in—can't get out?  But I can't compare my situation, holding one, to the experience of families in the US that gave undocumented parents or children or friends. They face the new daily sense of being judged by grotesque slobbering dogs who we will never see.  Running in the snow or sand helps with strength. But this is quicksand  Quicksand doesn't offer any benefits.  Remember Johnny Weissmuller as Tarzan?  He always escaped in the end and got back to the jungle. Where the fuck is the safety of the jungle when your neighbors are potential vigilantes?  When you're sharing Thanksgiving food with family and friends and wonder if there will be a raid.  Uninvited visitors.