The calls started quietly — a cousin, an uncle, a longtime friend on the road — and then turned into a flood. Across California, Sikh and immigrant truckers, the very workers who keep our farms productive, our ports moving and our shelves stocked, all began telling me the same thing: I might lose my job in 60 days. I don’t know how to tell my kids. Then the messages really hit home when my husband, who has driven for years with a spotless record, told me he was worried about how our friends and family members would be allowed to...