I came to this country nine years old.
At eleven, I was working in a factory.
- Yes, I know.
Yeah.
- Do you? Do you know I was the only Mexicano working alongside a bunch of white boys? Do you know that they would wait for me at night by the road, and laugh and call me wetback, and kick me till my ribs were broken? - Dad what does this have to do - With you being a lesbian? I worked to win their respect.
Those same boys, when they grew up, elected me their sheriff.
I endured for my children so that you would never have to face that kind of hatred.
So that you would belong.
I am accepted for who I am.
The world is different now.
[laughs sarcastically] They're building a wall to keep us out because in their minds, we are nothing but rapists and murderers.
The only thing they hate more than a Mexicano is a homosexual.
The world is not different, my dear.