I realized that my story stood in for all those who were expected to pick themselves up by their bootstraps, even if they didn't have any boots; that my organization stood in for all the structural, systemic help that never went to Harlem or Appalachia or the Lower 9th Ward; that my voice stood in for all those voices that seemed too unlearned, too unwashed, too unaccommodated.
Me di cuenta que mi historia representaba a todos aquellos que se esperaba que se levantaran por sus propios medios, aún cuando no tenían recurso alguno; vi que mi organización representaba toda la ayuda estructural y sistemática que nunca iba a Harlem o a Appalachia o al Noveno Distrito; que mi voz representaba todas esas voces que parecían tan incultas, tan descuidadas, tan desamparadas.