the amount of people blaming them for just...being outside
You’re walking your baby down the street. 74 degrees, sunny… one of those perfect early fall Chicago days.
Then suddenly, smoke starts filling the air. You start coughing. Your baby starts screaming, choking, gasping for air. You realize… you’re caught in tear gas.
The entire block is clouded. You’re pushing the stroller, trying to run, but you can’t get out fast enough. Your baby is in agony, and there’s nothing you can do.
This is what it means to live in Chicago under an ICE invasion.