When Lateesha was in elementary school in South Minneapolis, she often came to school starving and exhausted.
She was afraid to fall asleep in her bedroom for fear that a father’s friend would come in and molest her, and there was never anything to eat in the house.
“I used to be hungry as hell. Ain’t nothing in the house but beer in the refrigerator,” she said. “I couldn’t wait to go to school so I could eat breakfast and lunch — so I could go under my desk and sleep.”