Model Citizen Without Legal Citizenship

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It is Saturday night, actually Sunday morning since the digital clock in my car reads 1:27 a.m. and a couple of friends and I are heading to a bar in Humboldt Park to drink some smooth and creamy Piña Coladas. I have been raving to Maryam about how delicious this specific drink is prepared at the Clipper. It has the right balance between tangy but creamy and best of all it has a smooth kick at the end. However, because we always have a tendency to go out past midnight and Maryam lives in Hyde Park, we never get to the Clipper on time before it closes. Thus, she has missed out more than once on my favorite drink at this bar. Yet, this time we are in the vicinity and have a bit of time to share before the Clipper closes. Parking its superb about a foot away from the door – actually parking has been superb the whole night but mainly because it is 1 a.m. already and all these bars have the last call around 1:30 a.m. We walk right in; the lighting reminds me of a sultry cabaret because the Clipper has low light and is filled with red sparkling booths that line up the whole length of the establishment. A guy at the door routinely asks for our IDs as we get ready to indulge on Piña Coladas. The bouncer stares longer than usual at Maryam’s ID and makes a face – a like the face one makes when you hate white gummy bears and you buy a bag of gummies only to find it is mainly white gummy bears! I wonder what is happening because I know for sure she is twenty one and thus her ID is not fake. The bouncer looks at her and asks, “Do you have a passport with you or a State ID?”. Maryam chuckles a bit, “No, that is my only ID”, “Well, I’m sorry. I can’t take this. You have to have a U.S. ID or a foreign passport to get in”. Maryam smiles, “Ok”, grabs her ID and shrugs her shoulders when she looks at me as proceeds to signal for us to leave. My mind is confused as we walk out the

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