Queridos hermanos y hermanas, I see you. I see you at the bank in that entry position. I see you as the dental assistant, dreaming of becoming the dentist one day. I see you walking to high school in your McDonald’s uniform while carrying a heavy backpack. I see you at the grocery store cleaning the aisles. I see you teaching immigrant students English. I see you preaching and advocating for our people. I see at the borders speaking up for those who can’t speak for themselves. I see you mowing lawns, invisible to those who walk by you. I see you with your own business. No one knows how much you sacrificed to get there. I see you as the President of a College. I see you are trying. I see you want to move up. You want to belong. You want to be seen. I see that no matter how much you have climbed the professional ladder or how many degrees you possess, you still hear the lies. I know the messages you have heard: “You are not welcome here.” ...