I write this to remember. I was already moved by what was unfolding in front of the Capitol, quietly enjoying the sense of connection with people I love, scattered all around this country as we posted little comments on FaceBook. My eyes stung looking at that beautiful young man, Richard Blanco as he launched into his poem. But it was when I heard him describe all the ways we greet each other, ending with “buenos días
in the language my mother taught me” that I sobbed. And I couldn’t stop as I watched Luis León, who was in Sherod’s DMin program with him, who ended his prayer — so very Episcopalian in tone and content — by turning and blessing our President and Vice President in beautiful, formal Spanish.
You cannot be a Latina immigrant, no matter how privileged, without walking carefully, speaking cautiously, knowing that something you say or do can easily unleash great anger and fear. Today, we weren’t just visible. We had voices, beautiful voices. We mattered. I know it is because we are a force for politicians to reckon with in the years ahead. But still. We were there.