Showing posts with label Immigration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Immigration. Show all posts

Friday, December 14, 2018

Chelsea J.


Topic: Immigration and children (inspired by the book Enrique's Journey by Sonia Nazario)


Imagine arising in the morning from a long night to your grandmother sobbing; realizing your mother isn’t home in the morning to cook your breakfast like she is always. Asking for answers, but not given any. In this case, it’s not an imagination for Enrique; it’s the reality. Enrique's mother, Lourdes, has decided to leave Tegucigalpa, Honduras, for the United States. She knows that if she doesn’t make an effort to find a better job, her children won’t make it past the fourth grade. Lourdes doesn’t want her children to grow up in extreme poverty, as she did. She begins her journey to the United States with hopes of getting a job there, sending money back to Enrique and Belky so that they get better housing, better school opportunities, and better healthcare; those are her three main priorities for improving the lives of her children. Lourdes only plans on leaving for a year. She leaves Belky with her sister, Rosa Amelia, and leaves Enrique with his paternal grandmother. Lourdes makes sure that she doesn’t hint to her children about her decision; she doesn’t want to worry them.

As Enrique begins to grow, he becomes more aware of everything that involves his mother and the reasoning behind his mother leaving at such a young age. The separation between mother and son has really dictated Enrique’s future. Enrique has shuffled from one family home to another, while his sister Belky attends a good school and is well taken care of by her aunt. Enrique is forced to sell food and spices while still a child, in order to help pay for family expenses. He lives with his paternal grandmother for most of his young life but is eventually kicked out of her home when he begins to rebel. Frustrated with his mother, his own issues of abandonment, and the death of his beloved uncle, Enrique turns to drugs for comfort. Although Lourdes sends Enrique and Belky gifts quite frequently, even so, the gifts are no substitute for her physical presence. Enrique’s drug addiction continues to escalate until his drug dealer threatens death upon one of his close relatives because of unpaid debts. Enrique takes the easiest route, which is to steal all of his aunt's jewelry to pay off his drug dealer. He is eventually caught by the police, and once again kicked out of his home. He concludes that his mother's presence might help, so he decided to journey to the United States to try to get away from his problems in Honduras.

Enrique journeys through Central America and Mexico on his way to the United States. He departs with little money, a change of clothes, and his mother’s phone number written on a scrap of paper. Enrique attempts the dangerous journey eight times before he succeeds. During his first seven attempts, he is severely beaten, robbed, deported, and humiliated. However, he never gives up. Migrants often battle against starvation, dehydration, and exhaustion while on the journey. Most migrants fail to make it as far as the U.S./Mexico border. Enrique is not one of them. Lourdes, all the way from North Carolina, successfully contacts a smuggler to help Enrique get across to the U.S. Once Enrique makes it into Texas, he feels a sense of relief, comfort, and happiness that no drug has ever given him. The smugglers inform Enrique that he will be dropped off at a gas station, where another smuggler from their same network will take charge to drive him and four other migrants east, to Orlando, Florida. Driving in a car is a luxury for Enrique. Orlando is where Enrique’s stepfather agreed to pick up Enrique. After the long drive from Texas to Orlando, Enrique meets up with his stepfather. When Enrique interacts with his stepfather for the first time, Enrique instantly recognizes him from a video that was brought back to Honduras, by a family who had visited Lourdes in the United States. Shortly after meeting up, they begin their eighteen-hour drive back to North Carolina, where Lourdes is impatiently waiting for Enrique to arrive at her home. On the way there, they don’t speak, and Enrique falls asleep.

Enrique awakens in panic. “Are we lost? Are you sure we aren’t lost?”

Enrique’s stepfather gently responds, “No, but we are very close.”

***

Another long hour goes by. . .They are rapidly driving on freshly paved roads, through pines and elms, past billboards and fields. The hour finally comes to an end. Enrique and his stepfather finally arrive at Lourdes’s North Carolina mobile home. Enrique gently opens the door; she is eating breakfast in her kitchen table with her back to the door. He lightly taps her from behind. She slowly turns around with a frightened face; soon enough, she realizes that it’s Enrique.

“Son, you're here! Hijo, Estas aqui!” she says.

“Yes, Mom. Si, mama.”

She then reaches to his forehead and lightly kisses him on the forehead. Neither of them cries, but instead, they tightly embrace each other.

***

Even so, the reunion they both imagined is soon shattered by reality. He felt that if he found her, all of his troubles would go away. With each passing day, Enrique’s resentment grows. He knows that he doesn’t hate his mom, but after months with his mother, he can no longer contain it. He snaps at Lourdes: he begins by telling her about how lonely he felt when he was moving from house to house, and that she didn’t care enough about her children to stay with them in Honduras.

He continues, “People come here to prosper. You have nothing here. What have you accomplished? Maybe if you hadn’t left me at such a young age, I wouldn’t have turned out like this!”

Lourdes begins to feel guilt and hurt, but she doesn’t show it. Instead, she shows Enrique that he is terribly mistaken. Every time he asked her for something -- a TV, a soccer ball, or clothing -- she sent it to him. She admits to him, for the first time, that she had to live in extreme poverty while living in the United States independently.

“You are who you are because you didn’t want to study. I wanted you to study. Instead, you chose to do drugs!” she adds. “If I had continued to send you money, you would’ve spent it on drugs.”

Lourdes continues by telling him that she also lived in poverty when she was little. She tells him, “I’m truly grateful for what your grandma was able to give me and your aunt. I’m not an ungrateful brat like you!”

As a result of Lourdes trying to do good for her children, all she gets in return is one ungrateful child who doesn't realize the struggles and sacrifices his mother has gone through.

Alex B., Karla G., & Natalia S.


Topic: Immigration


On My Way To America

February 21, 2004
It's been three years since I’ve been to the U.S. and one year since both of my twins were born. I still feel devastated because my children are having a rough time here at Ciudad Juarez. I'm a single mother raising two kids with barely any money to afford us a good meal or even have enough money for rent. It was fine in the U.S., just until border patrol was trying to find undocumented immigrants and until they caught me and my newborns, only six months old. Juan Flores and Valeria Flores were born on July 17th of 2000 in New Jersey.

May 24, 2004
Today I finally found a coyote that I could afford. I already got my kids ready to go. Now all I have to do is wait. The coyote was worth $500-$1,000 for each stop. Total of nine stops costing me $7,200. t just all depends on whom you meet up with, and each stop was worth $800. So I agreed with the coyote, who set me up for this long trip and prepared food, water, Identification and other papers from Mexico in case of border patrol, and extra clothes. I keep remembering to myself how much danger my kids are in while on this trip, and they are still young. All I want is the best for them: education, better housing, other family they’ve never met, and healthcare for my kids. They have a bad whooping cough, and I need important medicines that can cure it.

June 8th, 2004
It’s that day today. I’m finally gonna go with a coyote to bring me to the U.S. We had everything ready and said goodbye to our tiny, one bedroom apartment. First stop, El Paso, Paseo Del Norte Port of Entry Border. I live near it, so it only took us 1 hour and 45 minutes to get there. Did I forget to mention that over 35 people came along on the trip in the back of a semi truck? Well let’s just say the space was tough to eat, drink, and sleep in. I met a mother with her husband and her four year old with them trying to cross to San Francisco, California. Everyone in the truck had the same reason as we did to cross. It’s common, just families, no drug dealers on this one. So we all arrived at the border and the semi truck has a secret trunk where we were all kept so border security wouldn't see as they would check the back. They checked the coyote’s papers and passport, and we made it. Just because we made it out doesn’t mean we all make it; sometimes it all ends in sacrifices, accidents, and more. We pray that this family stays together after my past relationship that wasn’t worth it. He left me after my twins were born and I always said to him “I love you,” but then he would never get that response back. My name is Juanita Martinez, and I’m just a regular 31-year-old Mexican citizen without papers along with more than 1.5 million people in Mexico who also don’t have such a great life and want a second chance in life.

June 15th, 2004
This is the sixth stop so far, and we are currently all in Flagstaff, Arizona. I’ve heard some reports with the people in the truck saying that there’s some border patrol nearby our area, so the coyote then heard and did confirm there is a lot around here, so he would have to go another turn on a state highway “40” and would take us to New Mexico. It’s been six and a half hours, and we arrived in New Mexico. Some families needed to be dropped off here, as they started to worry. There are currently 21 people in the truck now. After the pit stop, we rested at a local rest stop where truck drivers on duty or regular travelers take a break if they are traveling throughout the states. The next day, we had a meal and change of clothes after a week being in them, of course lots of bathroom breaks, and filling up on water. We landed again on the highway interstate “40” but this time going north and going straight to interstate “15” that would take us to Nevada. We basically did a whole U turn.

June 18th, 2004
This is the eighth spot, I’d suppose. For the last stop, we would go straight to San Bernardino, California, where we are getting off. During the trip, we all talked with each other and had some fun while it lasted. Suddenly, we all saw two border patrol cops stop behind us. We all were scared, anxious, and petrified. The two cops opened the truck and found out the secret truck passage where we were all hiding. Apparently, the coyote had four criminal records, which was highly dangerous, and was arrested for Human Trafficking. As they were taking us, I told them my two kids are both U.S citizens born in New Jersey and showed them their IDs and passports. At this point, the trip was over. My heart is shattered in a million pieces. The last things I heard my three year olds say was just tears and a bunch of I love you’s. I never received an “I love you” from anyone and made me have tears of joy at the same time. They took Juan and Valeria away to foster care while I’m being sent back to Mexico again with a broken heart.

September 2nd, 2014    
Both my 13 year olds are in school now and living happily with better education. I found contact with them through the foster mom. Eventually she found out what happened and shared lots of love with me. Through the phone, Juan told me so many times about how he wants to be surgeon because he always cares for anyone, and Valeria wants to be a veterinarian because of her love for animals. At this point, I forget all about the incidents that have happened. In my mind all I ever wanted was for my kid to be happy, and that definitely is what they got, and with that my heart finally was healed.

May 30th, 2018
Four years later, they did it. My 18 year olds made it through high school, and both got accepted into different universities. Valeria got into UC Irvine, and Juan got into UC Berkeley. I’m just left without words. It also hurts that I couldn’t attend their graduation but was able to get the news that they graduated. Ms. Miller, the foster mom, sent me pictures of them being happy after the whole adventure through the 12 years of school.

August 11th, 2022
At last their dreams have come true: Valeria graduated from UC Irvine with a degree in animal science and Juan from UC Berkeley with a degree in human physiology. Also, my dreams came true: they are finally 21! That means I can apply to be a U.S. citizen and get citizenship! Meanwhile, the wait will be a while to get it but it’s definitely worth it.

July 17th, 2027
Took me five years to get U.S. citizenship and got through the interviews and applying again and again. Got my green card and ready to move to Los Angeles and buy a small two bedroom apartment for myself, since I live alone. Meanwhile, my daughter’s job took off! She now lives in a one story typical villa house in a nice neighborhood with her new boyfriend and her 14 animals in the house. I see why she has the huge backyard and special room for the animals. Juan’s career also took off! He’s living in a studio apartment in LA now near the hospital he works at. Meanwhile, he gets his other degree in another four\ years. Things are good for sure, and we all would like to keep it that way. This journey was starting up with high hopes, and ending up in a failure. Now it’s a journey to success.

Epilogue
This story is an example of how families or loved ones can be torn apart just because of a law that the United States made, so Americans could “keep their country safe” and judge people who have been born in another country.

Samantha T. & Briana V.


Topic: Immigration


Sebastian came to the United States. When he went with a coyote (a person who brings people to Tijuana or the United States) to the US, he was really excited he was here. He saw the United States (California) as very different from Mexico. He started working and trying to find a place. Months later he got a lawyer to try to get papers. It took time: about three years, almost four years. After he got papers, he went to go visit Adriana. This is her story.
I got ready to go with the caravana (carben) to TJ, and I was six months pregnant. My boyfriend Sebastian was already in the United States waiting for me. After walking for a whole month to TJ, I thought to myself “I’m gonna be OK,” saying it nervously. I was thinking of a million things when I started walking. When I got to TJ I was seven months pregnant and trying to get a hold of my boyfriend to tell him I was safe. After a couple of weeks, I was scared to think I could have the baby here in TJ. I haven't gotten a hold of him. What if the baby will not be a citizen of the United States?

After a couple of days my boyfriend came to TJ, and he found me. Sebastian told me I could come to the United States: I had to wait a couple of weeks for him to get the papers for me, and I was surprised. Sebastian said, all you have to do is to go a place downtown of TJ and when they ask you for an address say my address.

The next day I took the paper and I went to get my passport. They said, “Congrats.  You will get your passport next week on Friday.” I called Sebastian to tell him I am getting my passport next Friday. Sebastian said he’s getting the paper next Friday too, for the baby to be born in the United States and to live there. “I will be in TJ on Saturday. Meet me in the XOXO store with your stuff. I will buy you a bag so you can have your stuff and your passport to take it out fast.” By that time I was really excited that my baby girl would be born in the US. On Friday I was going to go to California. I got to the XOXO, and my babe was already there. It has been a long time since I had seen him and talked to him. I hopped in the car, and after passing over the border, I was not nervous anymore. After going to the place I was going to live with my Sebastian, he said, “Close your eyes.” When I opened my eyes excitedly, I saw a house, and he told me this is where Valery is going to grow up.