Today I got to look at what records were returned from submitting my fingerprints to New York. And it was interesting and sad seeing all the aliases and addresses I gave the police back then. I lied every time about my age because my trafficker had told me to do so, I always made gave a different birthdate of course, and the police never asked for my real birthdate. Never. Hard to believe that they did not see a child standing before them, but they did not.
Back in the day, the police used to come through and round up any women or girls standing on the street who they assumed were loitering for the purposes of... and take us all to the station and take our pictures with a polaroid camera and take fingerprints. Then after spending the night in jail, we were taken to 100 Centre Street, the court, where we waited in another holding cell until we each went before the judge. Then we were released and went home. Hopefully, if you were arrested too many times you were taken to Rikers Island which happened to me one time. Not good.
So I am very, very happy to have the records that never should have happend in the first place be vacated. These records have haunted me throughout my lifetime. People think that criminal records obtained when your a minor somehow just go away...they do not.
Meeting again next week with the lawyers and found out today that I have to go to New York next month.