9/13/20

By Josh Rubin

It’s been a hard week.

We have learned that nearly nine thousand children were sent out of the country, expelled summarily, sent to the countries they fled. We have heard about ICE Air, that miserable operation that carries the bodies—boxcars in the sky—reminding us of yet another episode of genocide, by transporting COVID to a Virginia prison, infecting hundreds.

And as we mull the brutality of that, we are slapped by the reality once again that the storm troopers that persecute our brown neighbors to the south turn their guns to us without blinking an eye, as those who came on that Virginia flight mowed down protestors so that the president could brandish a book before a church, symbols that let the blood of nations.

And the war rages in Tamaulipas, Mexico, in Matamoros. Bullets fly and trucks burn as rivals for control of the criminal enterprises that are its lifeblood. And clinging to the edge, on the banks of the border, those who remain suffer the weather, the disease, the mosquitos, and raise signs, some in the hands of their children, and cannot understand the brutal indifference to their suffering, knowing what they feel when they look into the eyes of those children. How, how, how, could you let them suffer this way?

Let us win this one. Vote. And then let us take our leaders’ hands and lead them to the border, and not let them look away.