"What happened in our living room wasn’t justice. It was a system that moved faster than its conscience.” I was 7 when red and blue lights cut across our living room walls in the middle of the night, and then my father was gone. Immigration and Customs Enforcement, then known as the Immigration and Naturalization Service in the early 1990s, had come to arrest my father and deport him for violating his student visa. His crime? Delivering newspapers before dawn so he could pay for university