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Tony Castaneda
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I was arrested by the Milwaukee police in 1990 after being coerced by a confidential informant (CI). He asked that I get him an ounce of cocaine. I was using cocaine at the time, and doing this was a way to get my own cocaine. I bought for him twice, the third time he asked me - I couldn't get what he wanted. I was arrested and sentenced to two years in prison.
I did that time, and with the help of my wife, figured we could now get on with our lives. Not so.
Upon my release from state prison I was arrested by US Immigration. I had been raised in the northern US, living in the US since I was 8 years old. I didn't know much about immigration laws, but I figured since I'd lived here for over 20 years, had registered with the draft at 18 years of age, was married to a US citizen for 10 years and having four beautiful children here - accounted for something. I was wrong again.
I was deported to Mexico. My wife and I divorced in 1993, but I would return to visit my children, Angel who passed away in 1995, and Armando and Adrian who live with their mother.
I was arrested the last time I tried to reenter and sentenced to 5 years in federal prison.
I still feel as though I'm being imprisoned for the 2 ounces the informant asked me, an abuser of cocaine, to buy. Divorce and fatherless children . . . this war on drugs is an attack on the people of this country. And it can attack you in more than one way.
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