It isn’t about feeling American, or looking American, or talking American, or eating American, but rather that your parents were undocumented...
First published in September 2017. | Updated in January 2020.
The journey of a Dreamer — who illegally arrived in America before the age of 16, who was younger than 31 on 15 June 2012 and who’s lived in the US continuously since 2007 — is a seemingly never-ending nightmare over-flowing with injustice.
It’s a nightmare, even if one has always lived in the same neighbourhood, the same home, even if he or she speaks American perfectly and without the slightest accent, works and pays taxes.
The problem is that they fell into a Kafkaesque administrative situation, where every next official looks more like a merciless executioner than the previous one. It isn’t about feeling American, or looking American, or talking American, or eating American, but rather that their parents were undocumented, a reality over which they have no power at all and a founding premise that has gradually undermined their entire lives… Because they have been in danger of being deported for as long as they can remember.
But how could they possibly move to Mexico or the Honduras or El Salvador or Guatemala when many don’t speak the language, nor understand it, when they have no ties to that country, no relatives there, no means of subsistence, no roof to sleep under, often not a single friend? Most Dreamers, if sent ‘back’, would find themselves in a foreign country, where the people treat their kind like unwanted immigrants, and homeless ones at that.
Imagine one’s dismay at such a thought, and the anguish it creates every day! Yet nothing compared to the fact that they have their families here, families that could possibly be left in poverty if they were no longer provided for. These stateless Americans deserve to see the end of a once-again prolonged political quagmire and, at last, the beginning of their freedom.🔷
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