I was at lunch in Springfield when a close friend called from one of the suburbs of Chicago. He said, “This area has been invaded; I cannot go outside my house for fear of being taken away. They (ICE) are waiting outside construction and other offices. As soon as workers come out who look Latino or speak Spanish, they are apprehended. These are ordinary workers, he said, just trying to make a living and contributing to this community. I could hear the nervousness and tension in his voice.