Dear Mr. VP,
9:30 last night. I was driving home from a Defend DACA vigil. G was asleep in the back seat — it was two hours past his bedtime when we got in the car to leave, and he closed his eyes almost immediately. The windows were down, and it was warm enough for heat bugs, but you could still tell it’s about to be fall. The stereo was on.
I live in a beautiful valley. It was dark, but not so dark that I couldn’t see the outline of one of our mountains in front of me.
In short, it was idyllic.
But like everything since January 20th, it was tinged. It’s like a constant cloud over virtually everything. There are certainly exceptions, but they seem to be fewer and farther in between as we get deeper into this presidency. I know I’m not the only person feeling this way. You just want to crawl under a rock but you keep pushing because it would be irresponsible to do otherwise.
Last night G and I were at a vigil led by undocumented students and workers. It was important that we be there to support people I know are hurting, terribly. They are members of our community who have now been thrown into total limbo, not knowing if they’ll get to keep attending school, keep working, be able to travel, drive, or have ICE show up at their door in six months.
How does this not mean anything to you? How can you not respond to the pain these people are feeling? The answer I’m left with is that you don’t view them as people, because so many of them are not white. That’s it.
With the heartbreak of a DACA rescission, and with North Korea, and hurricanes on one side of the country while the other half burns, how are we supposed to settle?