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Today, when admin entered my classroom and ordered me to leave campus, I felt raped all over again. Raped raped raped. It felt similar to the time Jeff Jacobs snuck up behind me, hit me in the head and kicked me, dropping me to my knees. He slapped handcuffs on me and dragged me across the floor. He put me in a plastic trash bag and left me there. Time passed. More time passed. When admin came in to fire me, they put me back in the trash bag.
I crouched down on the floor of my classroom and curled into a fetal position, just like I did when Jeff put me in the trash. When I was in that bag, I waited to die. I could hear the bag crinkling as I breathed in and out. In and out. And that’s what I think the district would rather. For me to die and be taken out like trash. If I’m murdered, please take my corpse to the offices of the Long Beach Unified School District or Macmillan Books. Let them clean up the mess.
Myriam called out American Dirt. Now she has no job.