I soon realized why that bus hadn’t come: walking to school my dad and I passed two white sheets lying on the ground, both of them stained with blood. We later learned the victims were two local kids killed after trying to run away from gang members who were chasing them. It was 2006. A month later I left El Salvador and headed north for the United States.
Sometimes it feels like I’m walking on eggshells just to walk a straight line for someone. Like every move I make is being watched and interpreted to fit a Hollywood image of all black people.
Is the National Security Agency spying on me? That’s what Youth Radio commentator Madeline Veira has been wondering since the NSA admitted to gathering a range data about Americans.
Is the National Security Agency spying on me? That’s what Youth Radio Atlanta commentator Madeline Veira has been wondering since the NSA admitted to gathering a range data about Americans.
