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I haven't written for the blog since January. (Prof. Walsh's email about his perfectionism/procrastination loop resonated with me deeply.) Without writing except in my journal, I've felt unmoored these past months. Working as a clinical student in immigration defense right now in LA feels like putting band aids on bullet wounds. Forcing my client to divulge her life's most traumatic and shameful events to me week after week as I build her case, knowing the likely negative outcome, feels like a betrayal---of her, of myself, of any sense of human decency. My clinic partner, a white Evangelical Christian from Fresno whose husband is a secret service agent, keeps saying our client "doesn't deserve this." I don't think anyone deserves this. I don't understand how she can't see the contradiction of arguing a case against the Department of Homeland Security when her husband's boss is Kristi Noem herself. (My partner even brought a secret servic...