It was a little past 7 o’clock on a late summer morning in Fremont, California, and 18-year-old D was already running late. At six foot one with black hair and designer glasses, he looks like an Indian version of Clark Kent. It was an important occasion for D, which by the way isn’t really his name. He asked not to be identified, since that would have defeated the entire purpose of what he was trying to do that day. D was applying to get his juvenile record sealed.