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“"I was finishing law school, preparing to take the bar, but I couldn't because I was technically in deportation proceedings."
- Jabu from Sierra Leone #31DaysofImmigrationStories
Many of us have already heard in the news how parents are being separated from their children at the border. From the outside looking in, it feels confusing and unnecessary. Why would this be happening? How do we stop it?
So when I was offered an opportunity to visit the San Diego - Tijuana border to listen to and learn from those deeply connected to immigrants and the challenges at the border, I couldn't say no.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled nervously to my husband. Lowering my voice, I leaned in. “Ask him if it’s clothing optional.” Billy looked back at me with eyes that begged not to have to ask this stranger about public nudity. But I nudged him back toward the man awaiting our answer.
We’d only been in Cancun about fifteen minutes before things got awkward. But those first few moments had been glorious.
Last week, the Senate failed to pass immigration reform, including a solution for Dreamers. I felt so sad and angry. And I almost wasn't even sure how to process this gross negligence with real people's lives.
And then I got ready to go to prom.
Yes, adult prom. It was everything you can imagine it to be. I spent the evening with my lifelong date, dancing to 90's hits in heels that made my feet hurt.
Aren't these types of emotional whiplash moments familiar to us all?
