“Daniel Di Martino, go back to Venezuela.”
Daniel’s face dropped when I read him the tweet. He’d already seen it, but it still stung. It was launched at him by a stranger on Twitter by a man with the last name González, ironically just days earlier. I was 20 minutes into my interview with Di Martino, and this was the first time his smile was replaced by a straight face.
His words were slow and measured. “Look, I think that the American people are some of the nicest people in the world,” he said, drawing out each syllable. “I’m just worried about people, you know, the ones who tweet stuff like that. The isolationist, nationalist, xenophobic wing that wants to take over the party.”