I wrote this for Mother Courant.
I’ve been eating at this bakery for a year or so now, and one day, when I wasn’t there, the couple told just part of this story to my husband who, of course, came home to tell it to me.
And here is where I reveal my utter whiteness: You read about this kind of harassment all the time, but to see it up close is just stunning. I could not get a comment from any one in Stonington, Connecticut, officialdom, save for an email from a police officer who said this matter had been turned over to the town attorney. This is right out in the daylight and I’ve been fielding emails from other immigrants in the Stonington-Groton area who tell similar stories. Fortunately (and sadly), I have all the time in the world to pursue these stories. Is it naive to think sunlight on these issues of racial profiling will be the cure? Probably.