Love in a Time of Neglect

Written on July 22, 2014, this piece still resonates, so I'm sharing it, sadly.........

Love has been dug out of the ground and all that remains is a deep, dry well that I can't climb out of during these days of hatred and neglect of child refugees. I don't know how to sit in this painful present moment. This moment being a time when children are callously ignored or turned away, sent back to a country where they will be raped, tortured, or killed--or all of those things. And the adults responsible, who have the luxury of being just far enough away from these children not to witness the life and death decisions they make, have discarded their own humanity.

A deep, dry well empty of its love and compassion is what I see at the U.S.-Mexico border, and in the cities and towns where Americans dare to bring needy children who have crossed that arbitrary line seeking refuge and safety. That line that is supposed to keep away the brown people who continually suffer at the hands of our country's economic and military actions.

It's easier to push children away and send them back to their countries if they have a number instead of a name. One of 40 thousand. One of 90 thousand. One of the unlucky ones. One of the brown ones.

"Return to Sender," said the signs the white protesters held in Murrieta, California, as they screamed at busloads of mothers and children arriving from Central America. In Oracle, Arizona, it turns out that the bus those protestors were screaming at was filled with American children on a YMCA trip, but no matter. Anti-immigrant protesters carried AR-15 rifles, handguns, and “Don’t Tread on Me” signs in Vassar, Michigan. Words are insignificant to describe such stunning, hateful behavior from American adults.

What many people don't realize, and what isn't getting the mainstream media attention it deserves, is that these protests are not random. As watchdog groups such as Immigration Impact and others report, "these protests are orchestrated by national groups and individuals with long histories of often extreme anti-immigrant activism.

Fortunately there are counter-protests: kind adults from those communities who have held up signs welcoming the children. They tell reporters they don't want people to think that their communities are heartless. From the information gathered by immigrant rights groups, these protestors are in the minority, and just part of anti-immigrant/white supremacist machine.


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