“Let’s build a wall, and on that wall we’ll have barbed wire, people certified to
fire, and those on the other side shall cower,” Bob said. “First we must get them out,”
Chris yelled. I, stumbling backwards, weeped as I remembered the pain of my
childhood. Remembered the day, armed men in suits and vests and war-like trucks
barged into my house taking away the love of my life. I began to realize that they don’t
understand the impact deportation has on the family. Especially, when there are
children.
Once they were joyful: they sat here for dinner, and permeated their laughter and
praises; they smiled from ear to ear not like they do now. Nowadays, they are mourners:
pouring out tears, heaving, and bellowing shrills. They were hurt more, because they
saw their parents being whisked away by armed terminators. Coming from a Mexican
family; this was an all too common scene. We lived in a cottage in San Antonio. My 18
cousins, two brothers and two sisters, my four aunts and five uncles, my mom and dad,
and me. For four years; each year I’d lose either a cousin or an uncle and an aunt. By
the time I was twelve it was just my two sister, my tio, two uncles, my 11 cousins, my
parents, and me. I think they’ve avoided taking my sister, because they are truly
kind-hearted.They know the pain a mother suffers when her daughter is gone, and even
more the pain a brother endures when he feel he couldn’t protect his sister.
Things have been going well lately, no one has come for my family yet! I am still
very afraid, because lately the clouds have been gray, and the birds that usually fly
around the cottage has stopped. Yesterday, my friend Pablo told me that only him and
his mom are left. Pablo’s mom and him have been here for a very long time, but they’ve
not gain legal status here. I fear, one day the kindness in their hearts will run dry, and
they would send us back to our country. “I don’t know what Mexico is like,” said Pablo.
His family and him move here when Pablo was only 3 years old, and until yesterday
they’ve been trying to assimilate, removing any relics that screamed immigrants. They
spoke English at home. I know Pablo never wants to say it, but I believe the reason he’s
afraid to be deported is because he has to go to a country that he doesn’t really have a
connection with anymore; go back to a language that he barely understands. Walking
home from school. It began to drizzle. I remembered, my cousin Paco loved the rain, he
would always run around in circles outside, as the rain showered his body. I hope he’s
doing well in Mexico, they’ve yet to send us a letter. It just about 6 o’clock pm, Mom just
finished making dinner. Tonight, we are having Mash potato, Mac n Cheese and
Chicken. My uncle Jonny also order three boxes of pizza, two pepperoni and one with
pineapple. Dinner was always the most amazing time for me. The house would be filled with laughter, and for those 30 minutes I would forget about ICE, school,​ my already deported family, Pablo’s family, and just relax​! Dinner was my church. I gained healing while at dinner. Mom would pray to God, every time before dinner, she would say in
English, “Heavenly Father, Thank you for bringing us out of Egypt and into our land
filled with milk and honey. Thank you for preparing a table for us in the presences of our
enemies! Continue to nourish my hands and the hands of everyone in this household.
Make this meal be plentiful and shall we be of great joy as we partake of your
blessings,” and then she’ll end it with a little prayer in Spanish, “Continúan protegé y
amar a nosotros. Manda tus ángeles, baja tu espíritu y como tu hijo dijo comodidad y
hacerse cargo de nosotros,” and every time God would answer her. As Mom finished
her dinner, a knock on the door was heard. Uncle Jonny gets up to open it, and thud!
As they rushed in Mother yells “esconder!” I took my little sister, and ran out the back
door. I got out safely, turning around I saw my uncles and cousins following my lead,
but by the time they got to the door, they were surrounded.
“You ok”, Bob says sharply my way! I pause for a minute. “People come here to
give their kids a better education, and more opportunities. They know what they’re
getting themselves into by coming here illegally, but sometimes it’s the only way to
secure a future for their kids, and sometimes even their own lives. Many people coming
from Central America are fleeing crime and poverty, and when they are sent back, they
have to deal with what they had escaped. It’s not fair for people who wants to have an
opportunity to get a better job, and have a better life… The system makes them have to
jump through ring sized hoops that has been set-up to give them the ring-around, and
thus force their hands. They don’t wish to come down the road most travelled by, but
when that road seem to be the only one with light at the end of the road, they must.” I
stood there still, those beautiful words never left my brain, and never entered their ears.
Glass breaks! and Bob says, “Guys are you ready we about to encircle another house
full of illegals, we’ll let Santiago deal with them.” Shocked to be called by my last name,
I look at Bob as he smirked. “Yes sir!” I replied.