They descended, swarmed
gathered, linked arms
the single voice of multitudes
obeyed a primal directive
to protect the babies
to preserve family dignity
fighting for brown children
against cages and cruelty
against the white whims of insanity
defending America’s future
from repeating acts of evil and hate
from a legacy of future despair
This is Bonnie, my friend, neighbor and colleague. She flew from our comfortable Town of Trophy Club, Texas, to fight for our nation’s heart in Washington D.C. in the Families Belong Together march. Thank you, Bonnie.
When I was about four years old, I had an imaginary friend. “Mr. Goto” lived in the back of Palolo Valley in Oahu, Hawaii. He was an old Japanese man with a long white beard. I used to talk to him a lot, which really freaked my mother out. Meet Mr. Goto.