The Reason We Reach For the Sky
It seems that at times, people will not act to do the right thing until they are, unfortunately, struck ironically with the same problem that others suffer from. This horribly sad, yet subtly funny little fact taunts me over and over in my mind. And here I am, trying to amend for all the things I’ve ever done wrong, in hopes that I can help the others around me, and my mother who is currently being held in prison for deportation. It seems selfish of me to only now attempt to truly speak my mind, but I do hope that you will give this essay a chance. I also hope that if you are an American citizen who agrees with separating children from their families, that you continue to read my essay with an open mind for I assure you that many of your complaints about illegal parents are simple misunderstandings. I urge you to keep in mind as your reading that we are all humans, living on earth, and that at times life can be very beautiful when we choose to walk back towards our drawers and gently set aside nativism. We as Americans have always been a nation of immigrants; it has never been “something of the past” and never will be something of the past.
Our American forefathers had once woken to the violent crashing of the waves hitting the side of their ship, its wooden dreams pierced by the heavy lead nails of perseverance. They ran from their native countries for many reasons, most of them familiar to us from years of staring at our semi-glossy textbooks. And the very moment their tired souls and aspirations sunk into the earth they achieved the first step. Immigration. The most fundamental step. Before they could run from political prosecution, poverty, and the scars of their past, they had to leave their native country, many of them secretly. Alright, sounds logical so far, until upon further thought we take a rather well known fact into account. There were people already living here, and they really didn’t like us being here! Let me remind you that many of the settlements had very violent encounters with Native Americans, and if you put it into perspective we were invading their land without notice, it just so happen that we had the better weapons. Despite this, the concept of the dream of a better life still remains heavily evident, and it should be noted that under so much pressure these people did what ever they felt was necessary to find this better life, not just for them but for the future of their children. I find it hard not to make the same connection today. This dream is still beating strongly, and the very thought of it fading into oblivion is absolutely absurd. Most, if not all, of these illegal parents have had to “brush” their teeth with salt and water or walk to school wearing nothing but shorts. Some of these people have spent their entire live hearing gunshots and listening to the eternal cries of rape in the distance. Some of these people couldn’t listen to American music because it was illegal at one point (or give children American names). These pressures created dreams and aspirations. Dreams of tasting sweets and seeing children run about freely in parks with no worry. Are these two dreams really that different? Is it really wrong that the dream of life has still endured for centuries; that others look at our country as if it were the very night sky above our heads? Should we really scorn the hands of the poor and suffering for reaching up at the sky?
Many of our parents took a very dangerous and long journey from their countries simply to solve one goal in mind. They were thinking the entire time about how to improve the living conditions of their children (or future children). I read one comment on a forum that clearly stated that it was the parents’ fault that children are suffering from these separations. I find that to be an extremely ill-informed comment. Yes these parents did indeed know that what they were doing was illegal (more detail on that later), but considering the conditions of their countries, the obstacles their governments purposely put in their way, and the poverty and lack of education they had to endure, what these parents did was not only brave, but the right thing to do. If anything they choose to sacrifice themselves for the sake of making sure that their children would not in anyway suffer the conditions they did. The parents that made it here to the United States successfully ensured that their children would have cloths, food, an education, toys, and as safe of an environment to play and grow. These parents are our heroes. They have given us everything. I also encountered the term anchor baby. According to many Americans, illegal parents come to the United States and have children in the hopes that because their children are citizens, they too will earn citizenship. Not only does this concept paint our parents as selfish and evil, it is completely fictional in nature and I find the very fact that someone could even make something like that up absolutely revolting. I am quite certain that this concept was concocted because of the immigration rage America is currently undergoing. What more perfect way to make illegal immigrants seem more evil then to have their children think that the entire reason they exist was simply to provide someone with citizenship. Is this immigration scare so immense that now our parents can not raise or bare children in the country of dreams without having some sort of evil plan conveniently attached to them? It almost feels as if there is a sense of nationalism growing in America, almost as if a concept of a pure American is emerging. The very sound of Spanish is vehemently cursed, yet its whispers tolerated behind the skillet of a Wendy’s. It seems almost as if being an illegal immigrant is currently the worst crime one can possibly commit here in America.
...to be continued
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