OUR BROWN SKIN MAKES US A TARGET FOR HATE

I WAS 11 WHEN I IMMIGRATED TO SAN ANTONIO from Mexico. When I turned 14, my tourist visa expired and I became undocumented. After more than a decade without papers, I became a U.S. citizen on Aug. 8, 2014.

I naively believed that when I legally became an American, with a passport that proves I belong here, all the fears I had while living undocumented would be erased: fears of being separated from my family, of being detained, of being deported, of never being fully accepted in this country. But the