My Deportation
March, 2016
Javier Valadez was a crucial part of the Texas arts scene until the day he was deported. This is a first-person account of his one-way trip to Mexico It was still dark when they came for me. I hear that's what they do—sleaze up before dawn when you're too confused and disoriented to remember anything about warrants or lawyers or the rights you have and the rights you don't. Me? I was ass-naked when I answered the door. Their knocks were violent enough to rustle my two dogs awake and make them b...
