“I mean, that kind of discrimination just doesn’t exist anymore,” Claire said to Bonnie as they ran across the parking lot to the high school, the sky darkening above them, threatening rain. “It’s time for people to move on.”
The opposing team, from a neighboring, mostly Latino, town, was running onto the court.
“Go back to Mexico!”
The crowd chanted, waving signs in the air with sayings so hateful Bonnie could barely believe her eyes. There was Claire’s oldest, across the gym, gleefully chanting along. Bonnie turned to Claire, whose face blanched as she slowly sat down.