The Reaction to Naya Rivera’s Drowning Proves “Safe” Childhood has Failed a Generation

On Thanksgiving morning, 2018, I watched a farmer die.

I was on Amtrak, headed home for the holiday. My wife and six week old daughter had traveled ahead of me by car, but I had to work late. I didn’t want to have to drive two vehicles back, so I took the train.

Two hours outside Chicago, I was thrown forward violently as a blur of green metal scraped down the side of the train car with all the roar of a tornado touching down. That was the last moment on earth…