I'm half-Mexican, and even as such, I have privilege because of looking "not Mexican." I haven't had to endure the racism that my Dad has because of his accent, or his name, or how he looks. Or the racism Latino friends of mine have endured because of those things. I choose to advocate for Latinos because inside (and even if not outwardly obvious) I am one of them. I know so many of their stories and heartbreaks, the beauty they bring from their countries, and their triumphs.

A couple of months ago, we showed our kids the movie "Hidden Figures." This movie is about four Black women who worked for NASA in the 1960's and played key roles in the success of their space program. We didn't tell them beforehand that this movie had examples of racism. But, throughout the movie, all four kids (even the 7-year-olds), showed disgust and disbelief that this actually happened. That these women weren't allowed to use the same bathrooms or the same coffeepots as