Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

unmarked cars pulled up. Agents in jackets with yellow letters stepped out. They knocked on the door.

My mother tried to slam it. “This is a misunderstanding. We’re good people.”

The agents produced the warrant. They went inside anyway.

They seized computers, pulled files, impounded the Porsche, froze accounts. They didn’t arrest anyone that day, but continue reading …