Raids

Some of my Hispanic students told their teachers they are afraid.  Afraid of the “raids”.  When our guidance counselor asked them what that meant, they said that people were going to come into their house and take their father away.

I got stopped at a road block the other day, on a rural road.  Our van was full of school administrators, and the side of the van said the name of our district. The state officer looked at the driver’s license and registration, then stuck his head in to look at each of our faces.  I looked outside and saw a family standing next to their car.  Two men, a woman, and a baby.  They looked Hispanic, and they were looking away from the line of cars, the woman swaying back and forth, rocking her baby.

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