“This could be your family, Celia shouted. Your brother, your son, your father. This could be your loss. But it’s not. It’s mine, and you might think you’re lucky, but for every lucky person, unluckiness arrives. Our existence shouldn’t depend on luck. It should depend on justice, what is good, what is right.”

“This could be your family, Celia shouted. Your brother, your son, your father. This could be your loss. But it’s not. It’s mine, and you might think you’re lucky, but for every lucky person, unluckiness arrives. Our existence shouldn’t depend on luck. It should depend on justice, what is good, what is right.”

— Kali Fajardo-Anstine