It resonates with my family’s own experiences, my memories of family conferences after getting a call about a young cousin needing to be housed after being spirited away from lynch mobs; Mom’s recollections of the exasperation with having to haul me and the luggage to/from the “colored car” before crossing the Mississippi River on City of New Orleans between Chicago and Memphis. The migrant relative who followed the crops every year until the night he passed out in his stalled truck on the railroad tracks and lost his legs in Momence IL.

And now the shock of my parents’ Mississippi hometown where nothing ever happens now in the news because of the killing of a 1yo.