RAGE, FEAR, and HELPLESSNESS: The day immigration officers came for my father
I don’t remember exactly how a group of undocumented immigrants got into our apartment, or how quickly immigration agents showed up at our door. I only remember my feelings of rage, fear and helplessness.
I have often felt those feelings, when I have witnessed acts of cruelty and when I have experienced unfair, discriminatory and racist treatment. Understanding that my dad was worried about the youngest among us and remembering that she would need diapers wherever they were taking us; in the depths of rage, I walked toward our bedroom attempting to get a diaper to take with us. The agents stopped me from doing that too. I tried to tell them to go get the diapers then, but the wouldn’t go and they didn’t let me through. I told them that we needed things for the baby if they were taking us away, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. I realized I had no power and fear flooded my heart, followed swiftly by helplessness. My father’s fear of them taking us away to be deported, made him plea for my mother’s welfare. Knowing she would be out of her mind if she came home to an empty apartment, he requested that they stop at the hotel where my mom worked as a maid, but they would not stop.
Stay tuned for ideas on what you can do in your corner of the earth.
UPDATE:The following link is from the FB group Families Belong Together. It gives some specific suggestions on what you can do wherever you are in the US. In Canada, and throughout the world, we need to keep reminding our elected officials that our governments cannot stay silent in the face of such inhumane and cruel practices.
I cannot say enough how powerful this story is Jacqueline. I encourage everyone who reads it to please share it so we can put a real human face on this very difficult issue. Wow!
This story just crushed me. I had read most of it when it was first posted but was so stunned that I turned away. Returning to it was a moral duty that I put off for too long. To this day there is a feeling of helplessness about what we as brothers and sisters can do to prevent it from ever happening again.