What Happened to Ruthy Ramirez

by Claire Jiménez

But me, as a mother? I never wanted that for my girls—to experience that type of violence, because sometimes getting hit like that made you think you didn’t deserve to fucking smile.

One shouts through a bullhorn: “Sluts and harlots, you are going to hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell.” Ruby is tickled. She screams out the window, “No, papi, we’re going to the club!”