Growing up under the military dictatorship in Brazil, I approach my new life in America through the lens of seeing my family struggling to maintain that which made us both human and whole. I cannot shake the voices of those who have looked back on history and exclaimed, “didn’t they see they see it coming?” and more pointedly “why didn’t they do anything to resist?” These are the voices whose haunting hindsight brings fascists creep into view. Here before us, is another telling of the same old story. What shall we do?
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