Today I quietly protested with my brothers and sisters in the streets.
I am a daughter of immigrants, born in the Bronx.
I am in the process of being naturalized to California.
Millions marched in solidarity to give voice to the invisible workforce that makes my life possible. I don't sew my clothes or slaughter my meat. I do appreciate that I am one of many workers trying to make this planet run. My lot in life is to work with youth, half of whose families are working under the table to make a better life for their families in the United States.
I thank the countless people from countless nations that I encounter in my life that enrich me. Because of you I can't think of life without sipping avocado boba, or dipping my naan in bengan bharta. I cook all manner of rice. I dance from continent to continent from the confines of my tape, cd, and mp3 player.
Gracias a todos mis hermanos y hermanas. Gracias por su trabajo. Y un abrazo de tu hermanita en Oakland, California.
Si, se puede!