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“I have a little memory of there… because, you know, I was born there…. But I've spent more than half of my life incarcerated and so that, in a sense, felt like, you know, that was my home.”

“At times when I hang out with friends who are married, or I hang out with my sister who’s married… it’s another reminder that he isn’t here…”

“…I'm just waking up out of my sleep. And I go to open the door, and there are officers right outside the door. And I watched, as they’re handcuffing my dad, but then they slammed the door closed. And that was literally the last––that's the last image in my head that I have of my father.”