Cecilia A. Rodriguez planted her feet for what she imagined loomed right around the corner in this tiny Northern California logging town.
She had welcomed the chance to raise her children away from the ills of a big city when her husband got a job here 30 years ago.
Then it dawned on Rodriguez that her family would be a relative anomaly in this small, sleepy enclave in the foothills of snow-capped Mt. Shasta: Mexican American.
“I was like, ‘Oh my Gosh. None of my people are here,’” said Rodriguez, 54. “It was all white people.”
But the suspicious stares and vaguely — and maybe not so vaguely...