The U.N. Must Listen to Children of the Drug War [HuffingtonPost.com]
I was in the 2nd grade and suddenly in a new school, staying with my aunt and looking forward to my mom picking me up and taking me back home. Perpetually distracted, the only thing I can remember from that school day was the classroom teacher adamantly explaining to the class that because her name was Ms. Blue every one of us should know how to spell B-L-U-E. At the end of the school day, I watched as other children got on the school bus and stood out of the way of the flow of traffic on to...