
The Flower Insurgents
Sylviana Rivera wiggled and wobbled to pick up the brick. In runway-ready stiletto heels and charcoal-lined eyelids dripping with sweat. Her honey-brown eyes reflected the smoke and flames of the cop car burning in front of her. A few feet away, a protestor graffitied in pink and sky blue hissing spray paint—“FUCK ICE”—over the side-doors of a white/green border patrol F150.