For four months in 2010, I woke up around 6 a.m., ate breakfast, tied my shoes, and headed out the door down a long road to liberation as I walked through the Southeast. Although many doubted our ability to complete the 1,500-mile trek from Miami to Washington, D.C. we held our heads high, despite the fact that we were undocumented students in a nation where unjust laws make our existence unauthorized. We felt, as Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. once did that, “Today the choice is no longer between violence and nonviolence. It is between nonviolence or nonexistence.” I never would have never...