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Anatolia Garcia, who is photographed with an ankle monitor near concrete showing their family members' names, at her home in Irving , Texas on Sept 28, 2011, is trying to fight her deportation along with her husband and three children. (Michael Ainsworth/The Dallas Morning News)

Shackled “freedom”

Shackled “freedom” is a new series of that will document the first-hand experiences of the mothers, families and inside witnesses who will be sharing their stories as they shift from imprisonment in the “family detention” camps to the forced use of (for-profit, corporate-owned) ankle monitors, a movement spurred by ICE and private prison contractors due to public scrutiny of the government-backed for-profit concentration camps.  

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Entry #1: October 10, 2015

“Every evening from 6 pm to 10 pm, mothers and their children arrive at the San Antonio bus station from Karnes and Dilley prisons having been released earlier that afternoon.  They arrive hungry and frightened about what is to come.  They also arrive with their shackles in hand.  They immediately get their bus ticket in order, most leave that night, a few stay the night and are driven by volunteers to the Mennonite house for a warm meal and a place to sleep.  Those that continue on their journey must charge their shackles because they must begin wearing them immediately before they get on their bus.  So they all line up next to the electrical outlets, with the monitor on their ankle, human beings plugged into the electrical outlet on the wall of the greyhound bus station.  They stand there for hours it seems.  They know nothing about the shackle, and ask me:  How long will it take to fully charge?  If it is not fully charged, will it start beeping in the bus?  How long must I wear this?  How much will it cost me?   ICE does not give them any instructions.  It makes me sad to see them like this, and I am sure they feel humiliated.  There they are lined up with their children next to them plugged in and waiting.  I cannot put a name to it.”