22MAY17.- It could have been me facing a deportation proceeding. During the time I applied for asylum, I had frequent nightmares where I heard my name ‘Jhon Sanchez,’ announced in a court; my wrists were shackled and I was brought to my country where soldiers tossed me in a hole. I woke up while I using my bare hands to dig myself out of the hole. Now I can barely imagine what my fellow friends are thinking when they go to school, when they travel abroad, when they’re being approached by a police officer.