Immigration agents had been marauding through Minneapolis and St. Paul for weeks, targeting neighborhoods with large immigrant populations and demanding papers from people based on their accents. That’s when he noticed the immigration agents surrounding his vehicle. Henríquez Serrano was on his way to work at a local tavern when he stopped to get gas for his car and immigration agents surrounded him. He was surprised at how many Latino immigration agents there were, and how rude and unhelpful they were. He’d come to the United States in search of a quiet, stable life — and he’d succeeded for six years.
