Against Rosa's Odds

On the Road With a Welfare Warrior

"I wish the politicians could walk in my shoes, so they could know how I really feel—walking around out there without the right shoes, without lunch, nine to five, every fucking day!" The crowd screams and stamps. Rosa inhales and belts: "We have to organize! We have to stop this! We have to beat the system!"

She exits to whistles and cheers, shaking all over. "Rosa, Rosita," a sister intones. Hands reach out and tousle her hair. Arms gather her into an embrace. A smile grows at the corners of her mouth. She nailed it.

Now the rule makers in suits will decide the rest.


Research assistance: Marissa Moss

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