This morning at San Vicente and Wilshire – and yet so far away from my LA and my America – I personally saw this hate crime sign that someone carefully painted, brought here, and placed against a bus shelter. I’m putting the pic below so please be careful in scrolling down if you don’t want […]
It’s the fall of 1989. I’m 17 and just arrived at college, fresh from the suburbs with the big hair to prove it. They let us spend the first week auditing different classes. I wander into a literature course called The Myth Of America just in time to hear the professor say, “We will explore […]
Big moment today for hardworking LA County families, and for me personally. Today I testified before the County Supervisors in support of creating the Center for Financial Empowerment using County funds to match a $300,000 private grant that I secured. The motion passed 5-0. I’ve spent the past 20 years working on behalf of low-income families […]
We biked to the Trump rally with our little American flags, because it’s our flag too. John pinned my late father’s flag-patterned suspenders to his backpack to bring Nurn’s patriotic spirit of passionate protest with us. We found crowds of our neighbors screaming and cursing at each other. And news crews. Lots and lots of […]
We’ve been here before, America. I need to tell you that I am heartsick at today’s rising chorus of howls for expulsions, restrictions, loyalty tests on the basis of race and religion. In 1944, Justice Murphy wrote this blistering dissent from the Supreme Court’s shameful decision to allow the internment of Americans of Japanese heritage: […]