At the RNC last week, you invoked the names of parents whose children had been killed by undocumented immigrants. You indicated your impression that you represent them and their interests. My child, too, was killed by an undocumented immigrant. But you do not in any way represent me or my interests.
The same feeling of panic churns your insides, and there is no escape. This time, the shooting happened in Miami-- your city is not immune to police brutality. The image of a Black man lying on the concrete floor with both his hands in the air, while his patient sits close to him, makes it clear that there is no way to justify this shooting.
Shapers saw the opportunity in strife and saw resilience as hope. Using resilience as a motor for innovation, this group of millennials from across the region is the best chance to eradicate the challenges that have stifled the region for generations.
Let's be careful not erase the histories and contributions of those Americans whose passport was a bill of sale, and those who didn't need a passport in the first place.
Standing on the floor of the Democratic National Convention was surreal. I am a formerly undocumented immigrant whose parents remain undocumented. And yet here, I was on the floor of a national political convention as it kicked off Monday.
Due to the routine state-sanctioned violence that is being inflicted on my people, and the inadequate response from the church (among other things), I have decided to remove myself entirely from a system that claims to value my soul, but fails to show up for my Black body.
I wonder why it is that his bilingualism is being celebrated while the bilingualism of the Latinx community continues to be policed and denigrated.