Worse Rides of My Life

The Deputy woke me up at 3am to get ready for transport to S.F. The Chinese World Journal Newspaper requested to interview me and was approved by ICE.

Me and ten other immigrant detainees were shackled, handcuffed with a chain around our waists, and squeezed into a van. The van was modified with cages and metal seats with seat belts. The back cage held eight people and the middle cage held two. Three guys were crammed into the middle cage. The metal cages prevented any view of the street, something that I looked forward to seeing.

After the van started moving, one guy threw up by the door. There was limited ventilation. For the two-hour ride, we had to smell the stench of the throw up. At the same time, the rattling of the cage constantly assaulted our ears.

We arrived at the Sansome Street ICE building at around six o'clock. I waiting until 1:20pm for the interview with the newspaper. Then I was informed that there was a second interview scheduled. When the reporter and cameraman showed up from the KTSF Channel 26, I was surprised. The interview went well.

On my ride back to the Yuba County Jail, me and seven guys were put in the same dog pound cages. Due to traffic, it took three hours to get back to Yuba. My butt and lower back hurt from sitting on the metal seat. It was the worse ride of my life.