Eileen Burke still lives by the epicenter of an outburst of hate. On a summer night in 2008, just outside her door, she heard shouts of things like “you bleeping Mexican.” She saw some young men — two of whom she knew by name — run past. She knelt over a motionless person she saw laying in the street, heard a liquid gurgle in his throat, and realized the man was dying.

But, in the hours and days afterward, Burke said, the local police did not seem interested in her up-close observations of what turned out to be the beating death of an illegal immigrant.

this pennsylvania place. it sounds so warm in a sick, racist sort of way.