
Trading Basic Needs for Freedom
I walked into the courtroom with my ankles shackled and wrists bound to a belly chain. There was a deputy on either side of me

I walked into the courtroom with my ankles shackled and wrists bound to a belly chain. There was a deputy on either side of me
As printed in the Las Cruces Sun News on September 20, 2009. My family moved to Las Cruces when I was 5 or 6 years old. Things were difficult because we didn’t speak English, but my family worked hard to make ends meet. Life was good in those early days.
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