Envelopes and
Immigration
After two
weeks of orientation, I have now started work at BorderLinks, an educational
non-profit in Tucson. I’d like to tell
you about something that happened this week.
I had been on the clock for 30 minutes when one of my co-workers
told me that BorderLinks was working on a larg mailing for their summer
donation drive. I was to help prepare
the letters along with some other volunteers.
The doorbell rang and in walked two petite Latin American women and an
European-American woman. We introduced
ourselves in Spanish. Juanita,* was
slightly older than Graciela, who was holding a newborn baby. We doted on the 19-day-old baby as we settled
into folding letters, sealing envelopes, and organizing addresses. Between piles of mail, we slowly warmed up to
each other. I attempted to start
conversations with my rusty Spanish and they gradually told me about
themselves.
Juanita and Graciela are from Honduras and immigrated to the
U.S. a year and a half ago. They are
part of the large wave of single mothers and unaccompanied minors who have fled
gang-ridden Central American countries for a safer life. Juanita told me that, as she a single mother
of four children, she could not sustain herself in Honduras. She could not get a job in a factory and
there were no social services to support her.
In contrast, people have been very generous to her in the U.S..
The two women laughed as they reminisced about their chicken
coops in Honduras and advised me on how to best care for my hens. After the envelopes were completed, we chatted
for a while. As they left, I waved goodbye,
feeling pleased that we had had such a fruitful conversation that they had
opened up to me about their home country.
Wondering about the poverty that often shadows single
parenthood, I asked my coworker if Graciela, the younger woman, had a
partner. A pained expression clouded her
face as she asked, “Did you hear about the day laborer who got arrested on his
way to the hospital?”
Suddenly, I made the connection. My heart sank. No.
“You mean the undocumented immigrant who was pulled over on
his way to see his newborn daughter?”
“Yes.”
This man was Graciela’s partner, the baby’s father. He was pulled over for a minor traffic
violation and is now being held in a detention facility, most likely awaiting
deportation. My coworker did not have
the heart to ask Graciela if her husband had gotten the chance to see his
daughter yet. This beautiful child has
been born into such a complicated and tragic situation. She is an American citizen, but her father is
not. Borders and laws will divide her
family.
I pray for this family and admire their giving spirit. Even with a 19-day-old baby, even with a
husband in jail, Graciela still made time to volunteer and help BorderLinks.
On my first day of work, during my first hours on the job, I
already got a taste of the incredible people and stories that abide within
Tucson.
*All names have been changed for confidentiality.
......
Oct. 3rd, 2014 Update:
The partner and father in this story is named Norlan Geronimo Prado. He is currently being processed to be deported back to Honduras. If you believe he should stay in the US with his family, please sign this petition or send this sample letter to ICE.
Norlan is a long-time member of the Southside Worker Center, active member of the Protection Network Coalition, a loving friend, and caring partner. He is a vital part of the community and committed to the movement to stop deportations and to end police-ICE collaboration in Tucson.
Norlan’s stay of deportation was recently denied and the Nicaraguan embassy is currently preparing his travel documents, meaning he may be deported at any time, likely in the next two weeks. Norlan qualifies for a U-visa based off a crime he suffered in the United States and has submitted an application signed by the Pima County Sheriff’s office. ICE has released a policy memo against deporting U Visa applicants, so why is Norlan still being deported? His friends, coworkers, family, and his newborn baby need him back in Tucson."
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