Once they put me on the air, they realize I'm not about bashing Mexicans. I'm about ending hatred and racism against Mexicans.

Your life depends on a random stranger who could kill you, will probably disrespect you, and will most likely pay you much less than you deserve. But even those prospects are better than the ones you used to have. This is the life of los jornaleros – the day laborers.

Of course it's offensive. That's the Mexican that's been in the minds of Americans for many years. By running it week after week, it loses its power.

We were surprised when people started sending in more questions.

This isn't about hatred. This isn't about racism. We stand against a broken system that has failed all of us.

I have met people who truly do not believe in God, and they feel no anger when they see suffering. They are indifferent to it. But you and I are angry. Anger is not indifference. I blamed God because He took my family. But I couldn’t get revenge from God, so I turned my rage against other people. I wanted revenge. Someone must pay.”

“You’re wrong.” Helen said, wanting desperately to believe that he was. “I told you, I no longer believe in God.”

“Then why are you so angry with Him?” His eyes were so sorrowful that Helen had to look away. She was unable to reply.

“You blame me and my country for your losses Miss Kimball. And I blame you and your country. But you and I are people, not countries. Did you kill my wife? My child? Would you put a gun to their heads and shoot them, or take away all of their food and watch them die? No, of course not. Neither would I kill someone you loved if I met him face to face. Wars come from bitterness and hatred. They are started by nations without face. But wars end when the hatred ends in the hearts of people like you and me. That is why I ask you to please forgive me.