Don’t Let Them Disappear
Don’t Let Them Disappear As summer twilight flooded the windows of the old convent at my parish in the Bronx, I packed my things, looking forward to heading home for family dinner. Every so often, I like to drop by the parish and help out. Right when I went to leave, a phone buzzed on the table. I recognized the number and picked up, putting my friend on speaker. “Agarraron a mi sobrino,” he said. “El ICE lo llevaron.” The government had kidnapped his nephew. This disappearance—and the thousa...