I put my hands on my ears to block the callous cheers of those rejoicing at the deportations that have been ongoing. There is a rending inside of me as something fierce, something long trapped, seeks release. I cannot give voice to the scream of anguish that I feel rising in me as bone and limb holding families together are torn apart. You see, it’s personal now; I’m on the inside of this story. I have the privilege of walking with him for a bit.
His shoulders hunch under the weight of years, though he has not lived two decades.
He barely meets my gaze, and I feel his grief encircle my heart.
Separated from his mom.
Unwelcome by dad, he does his best to manage…alone.
Siblings scattered across the nation.
Taken advantage of by those who should be caring for him.
He survives on little more than noodles.
He pays the rent.
He goes to high school.
He sends what little is left to Mom, the one he loves more than life itself.
Our nation created this. We are creating orphans. Misery. Chaos. Abandonment. Child Labor. Desperation. Unimaginable pain.
Not a great America. Not a cleaned-up country. Enforcing pain, not laws, we are creating our next disaster.
Can you hear the roar? Can you feel the excruciating pain of families being torn apart, limb from limb? Our inclination towards self protection does us no good until we can learn to protect all of US.