A young man came to my office today. He asked to speak with me. All he wanted to do was to talk about his dreams for his future. He'd chosen to talk to me because, he said, I must be a dreamer too. I asked him what he meant and he said that he knew that life must have been hard for me because I was, he paused to think of a word, 'big' and because I was in a wheelchair and because I was gay and YET he said, and YET, I seemed happy and successful.
by Michelle Dean Andrew asked me to guest-blog here the day before The New Republic hit the skids. Both events came out of the blue for me, so they’re linked in my mind now. All week I’d meant to getting around to commenting on the ... Read Post
I want to thank the American people for their patience and resolve during this trying time for our nation. But we did not come here just to clean up crises. We came here to build a future. (Applause.) So tonight, I return to speak t... Read Post
In December of 2010, the DREAM Act, a bill that would provide a pathway to citizenship for those who came here at a young age, came excruciatingly close to passing. The DREAMer community was devastated. I sat down to write my film D... Read Post