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Facing discrimination, blind moms and dads seek parental protections
Kids get bruises. It happens.
Most of the time, outsiders think nothing of it, or assume they’re the result of simple playground tumbles. But when that child has a blind parent, minor scrapes and bruises are often seen by judgmental neighbors, social workers and family court judges as the red flags that prove they are incapable of raising a child.
Shrinking habitat and heated politics imperiling a living symbol of the West
It is easiest to begin with the one point everybody agrees on: There’s a problem.
Anything beyond that is contentious — what exactly the problem is, how it should be solved, even what you call the living creatures at the center.
As a nation, we’re getting better at supporting the victims of mass casualty events—a skill that is tragically useful, again and again
On Valentine’s Day a 19-year-old walked into his former high school in Parkland, Florida, and murdered 17 people. The next day, the Broward Education Foundation launched a GoFundMe account “to raise money for the victims and families.” At publication time, $1.9 million has been donated from about 27,000 people — almost as many residents as live in Parkland.
It is not just the existence of mass-casualty shootings that has become commonplace in the United States. How communities react to them has become routine as well.
Citizen of Nowhere
When Jessica* was selected as Student of the Year in eighth grade, she should have celebrated this goldest of gold stars. Instead, she slammed doors, bawled her eyes out and let her parents know she would hate them for the rest of her life. What they were doing to her wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. She’d been a model student, and now her middle school wanted to reward her by footing half the bill for a trip to Washington, D.C.—home to all the presidents whose birthdays and middle names she’d memorized. Her parents wouldn’t let her go. They said they had their reasons, none of which would suffice for a 13-year-old who really, really, really wanted to get on that plane.
It’s a scene that plays out in homes across America—the battle between a teenager with a desire and parents saddled with responsibility—but for Jessica this fight was more than that. It was the moment she realized she was not like her classmates, not like the 50 students going on this class trip without her.
It was the first time she fully grasped the words undocumented immigrant—and understood that they applied to her.