When she was a college student, my mother was also “invited” for questioning. One of many invitations she received.

My father was a human rights abuse victim. I use “was” because he died when I was five years old.

I personally know people who were human rights abuse victims, or whose family and friends died or became deseparacidos during and even after the Martial Law years.

Any form of power tripping by any government or military official angers me.

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