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August 14 - October 14, 2020
children could be forced to work off the debt of their parents if the parents died, became disabled, or escaped.
Jorge Francisco Solis
a simple thing. But then, there’s nothing more replaceable than unskilled labor.
Tori Solis has found us two more companions today:
Grayson Mora
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“So we become the crew of a modern underground railroad,”
“In the early 1990s while I was in college, I heard about cases of growers doing some of this—holding people against their wills and forcing them to work without pay.
Latins in California, blacks and Latins in the south. … Now and then, someone would go to jail for it.”
Federal laws against peonage (debt servitude), involuntary servitude, and forced labor: The Trafficking Victims Protection Act of 2000 (TVPA), 18 U.S.C ch. 77:
https://www.justice.gov/crt/involuntary-servitude-forced-labor-and-sex-trafficking-statutes-enforced
“Things are breaking down more and more.”
Respect God: Pray working. Pray learning, planning, doing. Pray creating, teaching, reaching. Pray working. Pray to focus your thoughts, still your fears, strengthen your purpose. Respect God. Shape God. Pray working.
We are a harvest of survivors. But then, that’s what we’ve always been.
I grabbed Harry and Zahra by the arms to get their attention. Then I gestured them back to guard our packs and Natividad and Allie who had stayed with the babies.
We found Emery fighting with a big bald man who had grabbed Tori.
I saw Bankole grab Tori and all but throw her to Jill. Jill caught her, turned, and ran back toward camp with her.
Our rifle thundered behind me before I could spot anything. Harry, on the job.
“Take my gun, then, and give it to Natividad—in case they decide to come back.”
Jill Gilchrist is dead.
A bullet had plowed a furrow straight through the flesh of my left side,
“They’re sharers, aren’t they?” “Yes, all of them—both adults and both kids.
I worried because I didn’t understand the ways of our attackers.
If I moaned and groaned, I’d have all four of them moaning and groaning. The kids might even bleed along with me.
Behind us and to the north, the fire began to roar.
The man wasn’t likeable, but in his love for his daughter, he was admirable.
It teased like a living, malevolent thing, intent on causing pain and terror.
“I’m not going to be able to sleep until you do,” he said. “It’s that simple. So let’s both put our pain to good use.”
There must be something worthwhile in Mora.
she was free to help with the ordinary, unspeakable things that we did now to live.

