We often say DSA is a “big tent”. It’s true that we all come from different backgrounds, but every one of our unique experiences has brought us to the same conclusion: A better world is possible, and it is ours to build. The following is the first in a series of stories told by our members about the events and experiences that led them to the Left.
My parents met as teenagers picking turnips in Indiana after they left Mexico. By the time my sister and I came along, my mother had advanced to working as a housekeeper for a well-off family in Buckhead, earning $200 a week. Despite her hard work to get ahead, we still relied on aid from others, especially our Catholic church in Chamblee. One of the nuns made sure we always received the gifts we wanted at Christmas time. She loved my sister and I as if we were her own – I think because of everything my mother did for the church.