With a Spanish last name and a cultura that marked me as the perfect target, I fell into the perfect storm. On November 2, 2016-six days before an election-armed agents detonated a flashbang grenade inches from my sleeping 21-month-old daughter. Not for justice. For Curtis Hill's political ambitions. From prison, I've documented how Elkhart County prosecutors fabricated federal warrants, how a judge secretly represented my prosecutor in child abuse allegations, and how their conspiracy cost my family everything. With $26 million in wrongful conviction settlements, this isn't theory-it's proven corruption courts refuse to remedy.