The mud-caked Ford van slid to a stop in front of a crumbling brick apartment house on Chicago's 18th Street. Eight young men darted out of the van and into the building, and were barely inside when cries of "¡La migra! ¡La migra!" echoed down the hallway. The warning that immigration agents might be near by sent the eight scurrying into an attic hideaway. After an edgy two hours, the men found out the cry had been a false alarm and they breathed a bit easier.
They were not apt to feel secure for long, however, since they were Mexicans who...
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