To the gentleman who approached me as I worked on the onion displays in my department and warned me about the “poison China garlic”, and the lady who minutes later revealed, “I don’t trust tomatoes grown in Mexico.” All produce imports are inspected by the United States Department of Agriculture, you fucking walnuts—at least until Trump is told to defund it. And please don’t assume I’m going to laugh and agree with your small-minded racist sentiments because my skin is white and my beard is red. I’m Latinx. I have family in Mexico. I grew up in south Texas, 32 miles north of Matamoros. So just buy the vegetables and leave. If you really must make conversation, let’s chat about the weather.