How El Paso has made my Hispanic family feel like a target.

Art by Max Chavarria

The world is not nearly the same as it was when I was a little girl, yet some things haven’t changed at all. When I was about 11 years old and my family decided to move from our lovely little home in Coamo, Puerto Rico, I was devastated. I loved my home, my island, our food. I was scared to go, and although they didn’t want to admit it at the time so were my parents. My mother’s English…