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Hi, my name is Eli Saslow and I am a writer at large for the New York Times.
I write a lot about the big tension points in the country, which means over the last year I've been writing often about conspiracy theories and also anti immigrant hate that has become definitive in this election cycle.
For this week's Sunday Read, I'll be sharing an article that I wrote about the Clark family in Springfield, Ohio.
A few months ago, a man named Nathan Clark went to a community meeting and stood up and said that his son was killed in a bus crash that was caused by a Haitian immigrant.
His son's death inspired a wave of anti immigrant rhetoric and hatred in Springfield that metastasized into the presidential election.
And all of this hate and cruelty and suddenly bomb threats to Haitian churches and all of this violence born in some ways out of their son's death, was abhorrent to them.
And so the father of this child had gone to a community meeting and had said, please stop the hate.
This is not what we want for the memory of our son.
And because he had gone and said this, some of these racist groups were now threatening his life after his own son had died in this accident.
As soon as I saw this father stand up and give this speech and this video online, which millions of people saw, I felt like I want to write about him.
This is somebody whose child has died and has been through an unimaginable year and now he has the courage to stand up and to try to tell people that they are misrepresenting his family and his son.
And so I started reaching out to the family, trying to see if I could come spend time with them and learn more about what they'd been through and what that was like.
When I was in Springfield, I was far from alone there.
The proud boys were there marching.