I could see, from the outside, how someone might think I would be good for the job, but that’s because they didn’t know shit about me. Still, if the DREAM Act somehow did pass, I didn’t want to look back and realize I had done nothing to fight for the bill. I had, in fact, done nothing—none of the teach-ins, sit-ins, hunger strikes, phone banking, or risky media appearances—but if it passed, I would benefit from all of that labor anyhow. I’d be able to have a life.
