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Yesterday began with an assault on the witnesses that conduct a vigil outside the largest federal child prison in the country. Outside the prison, which sits on the edge of an Air Reserve base in Homestead, Florida, street parking is scarce.1/9
To conduct the vigil, we have been parking on a verge that runs along county road, while the employees of the prison camp pull their cars into lots behind the tarped fences, showing their IDs as they drive past security guards.2/9
But yesterday morning employees were turned away as they showed up, and directed to park where we have set up our camp, along the county verge. And they followed those instructions and tried to crowd us out.3/9
WITNESS ANNE BRIDGMAN posts-I left Homestead this AM. And I left part of my heart there w/the children & teens who R interred there. I arrived at prison shortly after 9, unlocked a stepladder, & carried it 2 R viewing area. 1/7 
Over next hour, I watched as about 2 dozen groups of adolescent boys, anywhere from 8 to 20 youth per group & lined up single file, walked w/guards from one tent 2 another.
As on previous days, boys waved & made heart signs in air by joining their hands together.2/7
As on previous days, boys waved & made heart signs in air by joining their hands together.2/7
And they blew kisses my way. They look 4 us now. I heard singing from a nearby tent. Children singing songs in Spanish. From the field, a tall teenager dressed in a red jacket blew me an elaborate kiss &... 3/7
Maybe unconsciously I have given myself no break during several weeks I have spent in Homestead. Although unlike at Tornillo, I leave at night, only 2 rtn in morning, parking across from main entrance & unloading chairs and stepladders and banners from the back of my car.1/7
No break, in some sort of acknowledgment of the indefinite prison term the children inside suffer and live. Marty keeps trying to get me to take a drive with him down to Key Largo for a nice lunch, and so far, it always seems to me that I will be gone too long.2/7
I am being foolish. Even with frequent visits to the place along the fence, where we set up our stepladders and wave and exchange gestures with the kids inside, no one would miss me for a couple of hours. The guards, who ring the perimeter and watch us all the time... 3/7
