Last evening, a crew was putting a new roof on the house across the way. Three men worked steadily, climbing up and down a tall ladder and steeply pitched roof, hauling up shingles, hammering them in place and trimming the edges.

On the ground, two women cleaned up, piling the trash into a wheelbarrow and then into the truck.

They worked through the heat and humidity, pausing to wipe away sweat and drink water. They kept at it until nearly dark, past 8 o’clock.

On TV inside, Republican politicians waffled, wiggled and wavered about Donald Trump’s allegation that a judge can’t do his job because he’s of Mexican heritage.

If Trump gets elected President and gets his way, the men and women on the roofing crew will be hounded by law enforcement and by the kind of stupid, clumsy government bureaucracy that Republicans love to decry.

They may get deported. Millions of them.

Good luck getting your roof fixed then.

If you ask me, the roofers are a hell of a lot better Americans than Donald Trump and the craven politicians who are afraid to stand up to him.