I once stood on
the western shore of Scotland and looked out at a boiling sea, listening to a
lyrical melody called the Skye Boat Song. It’s a beautiful sweet waltz about a
perilous water crossing. As I stood
there, I wondered how any of them had the courage to even go out fishing, much
less take the perilous journey to the New World. I’d be terrified.
But if I had been
living during the Irish Potato Famine, I suspect I would have tried to
emigrate. If I had been my mother-in-law
during World War II, I would have done the same thing she did—get out of the
Ukraine, out of Germany, out of Europe.
If I was living in the murder capital in the world, San Pedro Sula, Honduras,
I would try to flee.
Until 2008, these
children would have been given a brief interview and sent back. But in 2008,
the Trafficking Victims Protection Reauthorization Acts (TVPRA) was passed to reduce child sex trafficking by
strengthening due-process protections. Kids now get formal proceedings before
an immigration judge. Of course, the
system is miserably backlogged, so the kids are placed in foster homes or with
relatives where they tend to grow up.
A tough problem. Some say we should now repeal the TVPRA,
that we don’t want these children. The
best solution would be that Mexico and the US team up to stop Central America
from being a major transit point for the Columbia drug trade. But that will take years. Meanwhile, what to do with the children?
It might help to examine why people are upset about all
these children coming.
Is it because of the fear they are going to cost us
money? If a stray cat came to my door,
I’d give it food and try to find its owner.
A child is going to get the at least as good. Where do I send my check? The Red Cross? But what would I do if 57,000 cats came to my
door?
Money is scarce, need is ubiquitous. Help must come from not only federal money,
certainly, but churches, companies, families, and aid groups too. If there are 76,000 kids coming in per year,
and each one is placed in foster care (many aren’t, they go to relatives’
homes), and foster care provides $10/day for caregiving, how much is that a
year from each of America’s 300 million? I think it works out to a dollar per American
per YEAR, or .003 per day.
Are we upset because we feel our culture is changing, and
change frightens us? Our community is filled immigrants. The languages on the signs in my community
are Spanish, Somalian, Korean, and Ethiopian.
Women walk to the community college in veils. There is a plethora of
faces and styles. Of course, we may not
agree with certain immigrant’s customs. I
examined my interactions with different groups and noticed when I got annoyed
and considered the reasons why. I got
annoyed at a Vietnamese service provider who ignored me and whispered in her
native tongue to a fellow worker. But
I’m not annoyed at Vietnamese, I’m annoyed at rudeness. I have to remind myself of what’s really
behind the frustration I feel when, for instance, I see an East African woman
who has 10 children in her car, none of them wearing seat belts, nor in car
seats. But I was not angry at East
Africans, I was angry at people who put their children at risk. I was frightened when a Latino gang started
shooting guns in the parking lot I frequent, but I am not frightened of
Latinos. I’m frightened of people
shooting guns in the parking lot.
Latinos don’t have a patent on that.
E pluribus unum.
Our national motto. Here come the
tired, the poor, the hungry teeming masses, yearning to be free. If we don’t really mean what the sign says, we’re
going to have to remove the Statue of Liberty.
Very well said, Victoria! I love that you are able to look at this with both a political and humanitarian point of view. We must take care of those who can not care for themselves.
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