We were going to write that post, and it was going to be a brief, but timely, reminder in an age of deepening discord of the remarkable things we can achieve when we – farmworkers and consumers, immigrants and allies – come together across cultural, social, and economic divides to demand justice. It was going to be a reminder that, as often as not, history is made not only by the powerful, but by everyday people who, just like those powerful leaders whose names ring out through history, also believe deeply in the dream of an ever-more perfect union.
And then a very sick young man from Plano, Texas, traveled west to El Paso at the Mexican border, gathered his semi-automatic assault rifle and hundreds of rounds of ammunition, and set off for a local Walmart to kill 22 innocent people and injure dozens more in an effort to fight back against what he – and President Trump – termed an “invasion” of Latino immigrants.
After El Paso, this became a post on the question of what “America” even means anymore...
