![]() ![]() Kaur grew up in Central Valley, California, the granddaughter of Indian immigrants, in what was a very white, Christian community. “What if the world that we dream is waiting to be born? A world that is multiracial, equitable, sustainable, healthy…” “The future is dark - is this the darkness of the tomb or the darkness of the womb? What if our America is not dead, but a nation still waiting to be born?” Kaur says. And that act of love, that act of seeing Balbir Uncle, not as a terrorist, or as the stranger, or as a foreigner, but as a brother, was revolutionary for this family. ![]() “And when I went back home, I realized that the nation as a whole didn’t know Balbir Uncle’s story, but this tiny community had told the story to their neighbors, their faith communities, educators, and 3,000 people came. Tell them thank you for their love,’” Kaur says. And they wept with me, and they cared for me. ![]() When I went to Arizona for my husband’s memorial, they came out in the thousands. “I asked her, what would you like to tell the people of America? And I was expecting bitterness, despair. She embarked on a road trip with her cousin cross country to speak to people about what was happening, and saved Balbir’s wife for last. I wanted to study religion, teach religion, and his murder changed my life.” “ was a Sikh father who was planting flowers in front of his gas station in Arizona when he was killed by a man who called himself a patriot,” Kaur says. ![]()
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