Homestead a day 1, part 1.
I arrived around 10 am at the concentration camp. I stood on a stepladder and waved a giant heart at the boys playing soccer. Got a wave and hand heart back from one of the younger ones, who would be about my nephew’s age. I talked to other witnesses, including a woman from Miami who came from Cuba as a child. She remembers her father bring detained for 2 days but no one else was separated. This was in the 60’s. She describes herself as a drop of blue in a sea of red. She comes every week.

In the pictures, you can see boys playing soccer..none of the witnesses have seen any of the girls out today. Outside, it’s 90 but feels like 102. They’ve barricaded off about 2/3 of the outside play area, although the children’s numbers are only going up.
Shift change is happening now. We are polite to the staff and they are polite to us. I don’t think they’re staying here for very long because I just saw a cart with its storage area packed high with boxes from a t-shirt company., the kind that makes team and company tshirts, hats, etc. If they’re 20-30 shirts to a box, we’re looking at 200-300 new shirts. If they’re hats, like the ones the kids wear, about 5x that. I hope it’s for the staff and not for more children.