How Libraries Discriminate Against Undocumented Children

I was a kid desperate for stories. Introverted and strange, I spent much of my free time reading stack after stack of books. Many writers reminisce about the magic of libraries when they were growing up; these places are often depicted as spaces of discovery and inspiration. But my local library was not such a place. I grew up in the working-class and predominately Mexican town of Cicero, Illinois, which borders Chicago's southwest side.