It's Called The Heartland, Because The Brain's Not There

WaPo has a profile of the town in Indiana that became a microcosm of the deportation state under Trump.  It was the story of a sympathetic, hard working immigrant who owned a popular restaurant and was deported.  And now, in a variation of the Cleetus Safaris that the Times and Post and other premier news outlets run, they have gone back to see whether the deportation of Roberto Beristain has left a mark.

Some are sad, but sad in a way that makes for even sadder reading:

“I didn’t even see Roberto as Mexican,” said Angela Banfi, a friend and waitress at the restaurant. “He was not one of those Mexicans. He was like a white boy to me.”

I mean, thanks, Angela, for helping rip the mask off what all this is about.  Thanks, for not talking about law and order or economic anxiety.  Oh, and by the way Angela Banfi, I assume you're not one of those Greeks.  You are like a regular white person to me, too.

Thank God, Obama's election ended racism in this country.