5/2/21

By Cat Yuracka

Whenever I go out west with Witness at the Border, folks react like I’m making this big sacrifice to drive to El Paso... and I gotta tell ya, nothing could be father from the truth. I fell in love with the Franklin mountain range sitting on the sidewalks during the vigil in Tornillo. Truth is, when this is the road ahead of me, I swell with bittersweet memories of my activist family and the pull to stand with them again for the values we share. Both the road to them and the brief time with them is a deep, abiding joy that gets me through the pain I experience from wandering through life with Eyes Wide Open.

I had this naive notion there wouldn’t be the need to protest out west under the President Joe Biden /Harris Administration... and yet... here we are...

The road goes on forever and the party never ends