The words drifted down Castro Street; “Just a bunch of wetbacks. Ship ’em back to Mexico. They are taking our jobs.” Turning to scan the crowded sidewalk, I looked for the face connected to the voice dripping with disgust. I could not tell.
I seethed with anger, playing repeatedly the overt racism, misogyny and privilege I saw and heard in my community daily. Gay men, particularly white, successful men can be worse than the Georgia crackers who support Trump. People of privilege. I wanted to ask if he was willing to spend two hours in the Central Valley harvesting the vegetables…
