:03:03
So we rolled through Texas...
:03:05
just 34% Hispanic...
:03:09
to Los Angeles...
:03:11
48% Hispanic.
:03:14
...look at the Detroit Pistons.
:03:16
And your mother's saying, "Get up!"
But, no, what of it?
:03:19
You can't see them. Why?
'Cause you're being killed...
:03:22
you're being strangled
by the psychotic Raider fans.
:03:24
What do you have in Oakland?
You got a bunch of psychotic...
:03:28
A few minutes adrift
in an alien environment...
:03:32
then we turned a corner,
and we were right back home.
:03:46
My mother's favorite cousin,
Monica, gave us shelter.
:03:51
For the next six years...
:03:53
neither of us ventured outside
our new community.
:03:58
Mom worked two jobs,
paying a total of $450 a week...
:04:05
each of us doing everything we could
to make things work.
:04:12
We were safe and happy.
:04:22
If only I could have stayed six.
:04:26
But I was blossoming.
:04:29
And during my very first dance...
:04:31
in the time it took a boy's hand...
:04:33
to go from my back to my bottom...
:04:36
it was evident that
she would have to leave her night job...
:04:39
to keep a watchful eye on me.
:04:42
Within days, she was
on her way to a job interview.
:04:46
She needed $450 from one job.
:04:50
And that meant,
after all her time in America...
:04:55
finally entering a foreign land.