“We are no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday.” ― Samuel Beckett
My personal misfortune occurred on Valentine’s Day five years ago, when 11 federal agents awakened me at 6 a.m. by pounding on my door. I was half-asleep, in ratty pyjamas with morning-frenzy hair as I learned that my life-as-I-knew-it was officially over. There was no going back. They had come to arrest my 25-year-old son, Louie.
As a 66-year-old professional white woman, I had the extreme luxury of never having learned how to deal with cops...
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