After a gang unit stopped my 14 year old cousin for driving in a stolen hoopty, they took her to Eastlake Juvenile Hall and handed her over to a new abuser: a cop. This series is published in weekly installments and you are about to begin EPISODE III.
PART TWO: “NO RESPECT!” In the summer of 1990, my 14-year-old prima traveled from city to country. Desiree took the same method of transportation my grandma Arcelia used to get from México to us, the bus, and by the time my cousin clambered aboard that northbound coach, a new family had secretly claimed her.
Myriam Gurba writes about her cousin Desiree, female gangsters, cholas, Mexican bad asses with big hair, and the criminalization of survivors. Part one of three.
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