Energized by the collective buzz of Chicagoans from all walks of life, mostly Brown and Black, singing & chanting their resistance to ICE & fascism

I felt compelled to add my voice to the group of souls that are sick of the bullshit

When I arrived (late) at the meeting site and saw almost no one there, I felt disappointed at the low turn out. Other folks there with me started to walk a path down a highly trafficked street, where we eventually saw there was a crowd that was growing bigger and bigger chanting and Fuck ICE and drawing comparisons between them and the KKK and the IDF. The streets were lined with Latiné fam (especially Gen Zrs, incl my son who surprised me as he walked up to me) could be heard coming around the corner with Spanish anti-Migra chants, while Black teens chanted from cars in support...

Seeing that this pro-immigrant/anti-ICE protest downtown was so massive as well as intergenerational and multi-ethnic made me feel hopeful that solidary resistance can continue to turn the tide

I didn't even know about the ICE protest until my 25-y.o. son told me about it. Sometimes as informed as I am, I can be out of touch too, It took him telling me. But I made it. I remembered how we brought him up, to speak up in matters of injustice. To take up for his people and not be silent. Warsan Shire wrote, "If we're going to heal let it be glorious." and to me, protesting along my adult son...holding his hand, I remembered how I used to hold him sitting on my neck as we marched for our immigrant rights twenty years ago felt glorious to me. Also the signs young folks come up with send me. I titled this memory with my favorite sign message of the day.