A dear friend I know is worried sick about this type of horror story of family separation by deportation happening to their family. This isn’t abstract. It’s now reality in probably every community in this country, because immigrants are our neighbors, coworkers, family members, and friends. Immigrants are in my step-family even. My great grandparents were immigrants, and they were not forced to leave largely because they were Finnish, and white. And as someone who is an adult adoptee, who was severed from my family by a state bureaucracy and then denied the ability to connect with them for decades relentlessly and also immorally by a state bureaucracy, this story and its sorrow has special resonance for me. If you think these stories don’t matter for your role in the workplace, you are gravely mistaken. Everything you do matters, wherever you engage others, including in and out of work. There’s no firewall here. We’re all in this as a nation, and that means where you work, where you live, where you worship, where you spend time, and where you do business. You have agency, and this is not a thing to sit out. The choice is always yours.