Then came the Health inspection. Or Medical Check. John was very scared (as clearly shown) because he has a mild fear of needles. By mild, I mean tremendous.
After a few more inspections, John was free! He was now a citizen of the United States of America!
I made it!
But as he wandered around the neighbourhood to look for a new home, some unfriendly people were calling him awful names and were telling him awful things.
Pathetic little roach! Go back to where you came from!
We don't want you here! You are not a true citizen!
And life didn't get a lot better for him. He was stuck in an apartment building called a tenement and it was a poor, dirty, crowded, and smelly place. It was not certainly a place for happiness or opportunity.
But he was in America. He had escaped the death awaiting him in Ireland and no matter what anyone else said, he was still a citizen. This was his home.