A TRUMP TRAGEDY
Karina was selling Girl Scout cookies in downtown Redwood City last week with her mother. I gave her tips on sales technique. I advised, “Don’t tell me how you get points for selling cookies. I don’t care. Better to tell me the benefits to me of buying cookies. For example, ‘Would you like to help the homeless? Well, when you buy cookies you help them because some of the money we raise goes toward helping the homeless.'” She got what I meant and asked me that question. I bought two boxes.
After I bought the cookies, I made a smart-ass comment to her mother as much as to Karina, “Well, now that Trump is in power, guess the homeless will just be dying out in the cold.”
Without a moment’s hesitation this beautiful, 8-year-old girl looked me right in the eyes and said, “I’m half Mexican.”
I stopped and swallowed hard. I asked, “Why did you say that?” She said, “I don’t think the president likes me or wants me here.” I said, “You are a citizen, right?” Her mother jumped in, “Yes, she was born right here in Kaiser hospital.
I hugged her and said, “Well, I want you here.”