These are the first hand accounts of the human cost of greed, corruption or bigotry in our country. We are not post-racial, women are not equals, homosexuals are still reviled, corporations ruin lives and justice is sometimes not only blind, but deaf and mute as well. We have a lot of work to do and it’s important that you know you are not working alone. Others share your pain and now they are willing to share it with the world.
The worst part about this story? Replace “Hispanic” with “Black” and it might as well have been written in the 1950s. How far we (haven’t) come.
From reader SA:
When I was seventeen years old I fell in love with my husband. A lot of people had a problem with our relationship, because he was older than me and because he was Hispanic. I come from a family that on the outside…
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