When Sra. X came out with her littlest guy (who had just turned three in December), his eyes widened and he ran straight into my arms.
This piece is dedicated to the Memory of Judith Rosenberg, who taught me that stories are more important than statistics.
AUSTIN — A recent Friday in March was marked by the Vernal Equinox and a New Moon. I spent most of it in a car, between Austin and Karnes City, Texas. It was my fourth visit to the Karnes County Family Detention Center — and while each visit was memorable, it was the last visit that compels me to write this.
I feel that it is the culmination of all these impressions that forms an arc in my growing understanding of the complexities of immigration detention. In Spanish, one of the words for spectrum is abanico — which also can be a fan. My goal is to offer you an abanico of my experiences visiting family detention.
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