Whether I am picking up my seven-year-old daughter or attending a performance at her elementary school, the scenario is often the same. I see her little face scanning the room to find me in the crowd. Then our eyes connect — a smile, a glint of recognition, and then relief. She knows I am there.
I was thinking about those moments last month as I read about our federal government’s daytime raid on a poultry plant in Mississippi. Nearly 700 immigrant workers arrested. More than half of them shipped off to detention facilities. Children held at their schools crying because their parents never showed up.