Richard Tyson
Recently, at the end of a long day, I was searching for a movie to unwind to. I came upon a recent release called “A Million Miles Away.” I was tired, so I figured that even if this flick proved to be less than entertaining, it would lull me to sleep.
As its story unfolded, it became clear that the main characters were a family of migrant farm workers, Mexican nationals, who each year came north to pick the crops that end up on America’s dining room tables. Not more than a few minutes into the film, a young son in the family, Jose Hernandez, tripped and fell face-first into a muddy patch in the field where his family was working. Leaping to his feet, he screamed out in anger about being Please log in to see the rest of this story.
