On a hot September afternoon, I follow a group of teenagers out of the Capitol Hill light rail station and towards the campus of Seattle Central College. There's a walkout scheduled to start in three minutes, and I feel an eagerness to our pace. We pass the faces of people walking the opposite direction, and a young woman amongst us identifies herself as one of the speakers for the event. "Do you have immigrants in your family?" she asks a young asian men passing by.
He thinks only for a moment before answering yes.
"Then come with us and protest."
The effort is lost on them. The small group I walk with are mostly Franklin students, who had marched to city hall calling for equal rights for undocumented citizens.