by Lisa Eve Cheby At a protest in downtown Los Angeles in 2018, we marched from city hall to the Metropolitan Detention Center. As the protest ended, taking a short cut through a pedestrian walkway in between what looked like two office buildings, we paused where a crowd chanted in a call and response with the detained immigrants tapping spoons on the narrow slits of the window. They are right here. “Can we ask to visit them? Talk to them? Tell them they are not forgotten?,” my friends and I wondered as we eventually made our way back to the metro station.
