Home Free
Image: Erich Ferdinand via Flickr. I meet Rosa at Peet’s Coffee and we cross the street to the federal building together, steeling ourselves against a heavy San Francisco wind, and our task: She needs her ankle monitor removed, because she has a plane ticket to Las Vegas to reunite with her family—tomorrow. I’m her lawyer, but strictly speaking, there’s nothing law-related about our project today. She’s already been to this building a handful of times, but the officers keep sending her away. She needs help.
At the ICE window, one officer scolds us for standing too close. Another takes Rosa’s papers and, seeing that she doesn’t have an appointment, asks, “Why are you here?” I explain that she has a grant of relief under the Convention Against Torture, so she has legal status in the US, and
