Less than a year after the ACLU released a pressing report on the dangerous militarization of American police, law enforcement agencies in California—including school police—continue to use military-grade equipment against the communities they are supposed to protect.

The Los Angeles School Police—which are stationed at schools throughout LAUSD—last year agreed to return three grenade launchers obtained as part of a controversial federal program that provides excess military equipment to police departments. After public pressure from the Community Rights Campaign (CRC) and other advocates, LAUSD also transferred a military MRAP vehicle it obtained through the program to a city in San Bernardino. But officials have still declined to return dozens of rifles.

The ACLU of Southern California (ACLU SoCal) has repeatedly questioned the usefulness of such programs, especially in the wake of police response to protests in Ferguson, MO, and we believe LAUSD ought to return all of the military equipment obtained through that program and to release an inventory of all military-grade equipment it has otherwise acquired or purchased.

Those concerns were raised during a recent music video shoot for the artist/activist Matre's song "Listen," which ACLU SoCal attended along with CRC, Youth Justice Coalition, Street Poets Inc., educators and other community partners who have long rallied in support of LAUSD students. Matre plans to release the video this spring as yet another way to focus attention on the need for fundamental reform in how LAUSD approaches student discipline.

While many students may never see the weapons provided through the federal program known as 1033, we remain concerned that many youth face a gauntlet of metal detectors, armed police, invasive searches and prison-like surveillance at schools around the district.

Victor Leung is staff attorney at the ACLU of Southern California. Follow ACLU_SoCal.

Few people have given more and meant more to the ACLU than our dear friend, Marvin Schachter, who passed away today. At ACLU SoCal, we remember Marvin for serving continuously for 58 years on the Board of Directors, for serving as President of the Board from 1971 to 1974 and, ultimately, for a lifetime devoted to civil liberties. We honored him at our annual Bill of Rights Dinner last year.

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A trained economist and successful entrepreneur, Marvin advocated on a wide range of issues, but he demonstrated particular concern for social and economic justice. He was responsible for groundbreaking work to advance the rights of the disabled community, farm workers’ rights to organize, women’s rights, gay rights, and to abolish the death penalty.

Marvin’s legacy will live on in the memories of those who are part of the ACLU SoCal family and work to make the world more just.

Hector Villagra is executive director at the ACLU of Southern California. Follow ACLU_SoCal.

By Anita Shalwani

This is my family's American Dream story. I am a divorced, single mother and an undocumented immigrant. I have resided in the United States for almost 30 years.

We came from Pakistan, a country known for its government abuse, torture and violence against women. My father, a customs agent, and my mother, an elementary school teacher, knew that the future of their two daughters in Pakistan held limited opportunities. So when I was 3 years old, my parents gave up everything and moved to the U.S. in search of a better life for their children.

We first arrived in California, but I grew up in Florida. While many of my friends went on vacations with their families, shopping trips with their mothers and sports events with their fathers, I grew up seeing my parents work seven days a week to make ends meet. Yet, my siblings and I understood that these were necessary sacrifices for our new life as immigrants. However, I never once thought of myself as undocumented.

It was not until I was 16 years old and decided to obtain a driver's license that I first encountered my undocumented status. I did not understand why I was unable to obtain a license and live a normal life like my friends.

However, once I came to the realization of my true status, or lack thereof, I took action. I enrolled at Broward College when I was 17 through the dual enrollment program – which allows eligible high school students to simultaneously attend college part-time – and continued to work two jobs. I applied for various scholarships and even obtained a Tax Identification Number so that I could work and help support my family. Similarly, my brother earned his bachelor's degree at Broward, and my sister completed a certificate program from the University of Miami, both paying for their tuition themselves. They are now both married to U.S. citizens and are current lawful permanent residents.

However, in early 2012, my life changed immeasurably: I became a mother. My daughter was born with a cleft palate inside of her throat, which affects her hearing. She's had hearing tubes placed with a minor outpatient surgery and is scheduled to undergo another surgery within the next couple of months. Monday through Friday, I would wake up at 4 a.m. to take my daughter on a two-hour bus ride to her day care, commute to work and then get home at 8 p.m. I constantly worried about my ability to support my daughter and my lack of a stable mode of transportation. Would I be able to find and afford the kind of medical care my daughter needed? If my undocumented status became known, would I be deported and separated from my daughter?

The president's Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program (DACA) gave my daughter a second chance at life. I was at the surgeon's office for a pre-operation appointment for my daughter, who was 6 months old at the time, when President Obama made the announcement in 2012 about the new program. I cried in the exam room when I got the call from an attorney I knew. To know that I would finally be able to provide a better life for my daughter was an immense relief. In my home country, doctors do not visit or conduct surgeries unless the full payment has first been made, no matter how deadly the case. I know that I would not have been able to find the kind of medical care that my daughter needs.

When the president announced the Deferred Action for Parental Accountability Program (DAPA) in November 2014, I felt like I would no longer have to be scared of my own shadow. The thought that, even though temporary, I could spend a few years not worrying about losing my daughter or being deported was an exciting moment.

My mother also qualifies for the DAPA program. I currently hold a work permit through DACA, but I too qualify for DAPA because of my daughter. I am grateful that my mother and I can qualify for relief after all the struggles we faced throughout the years.

Anita Shalwani is an immigrants' rights activist living in Florida.