Handcuffed Corpses & Baseball
I've carried a heaviness in my chest these past few weeks. Like millions of Americans, I've watched the country I love send armed agents into neighborhoods that look like mine, into workplaces where people are just trying to make a living, and onto streets where families are simply trying to survive another day. Some people shrug. Some celebrate. Some insist the dead "should have just complied.” I always wonder if the people saying that hear themselves. If compliance is all that matters, then January 6 should have ended in a cemetery. Instead, we pick and choose whose lives deserve empathy. The death of Lorenzo Araujo won't leave me alone. Maybe it's because he was only a year older than me. We were both Gen X kids. Even if he grew up across the border and I grew up here, I know we probably listened to the same music. We watched the same movies. We laughed at the same jokes. We knew what it meant to come home to an empty house because our parents were wor...