During the time that we first lived together in New York, (in ’99) on East 26th Street, my husband started to cough up blood.
Where to go for a doctor? He was afraid to walk into a doctor’s office and fill out a new patient form. Through a co-worker of mine, we got an emergency appointment with a doctor and we paid in cash, and my husband signed his name, nothing more.
He was diagnosed with an advanced case of H. Pylori, a stomach bacteria that, left unchecked can cause things like gastritis, ulcers, or even cancer.
He got better, but without that visit to the doctor’s office, I don’t know what would have happened to his health, to his life.
For me, the correct term to use is undocumented immigrant. The end.
However, I do agree with what they are saying about being against citizenship verification on this issue.
When I lived with my husband in the US, specifically in Chicago, I had good health care benefits. But we did not have good health care benefits. Because he simply never would be able to.
So hard-line Republicans, my question for today is: What do you do about healthcare reform with people like me? A US citizen legally married to an undocumented immigrant?
Because allow me to let you in on a secret, Mr. Wilson: I was not/am not the only US citizen in this situation.
During my tours in the US as a writer and performer, I’ve met so many women (because it is often women) who identify with my show, because they are living their own version of it.
These women are US-born and raised, English is their first language, they have usually some level of formal education. They’ve experienced different forms of privilege around race, and class.
And they never grew up thinking how much their choice of who they love would put their life as they know it on the line.
If you are one of those women, if you are one of those people right now, reading this, know that you are not alone.
And if you don’t know us? Well then, you hard-line Republicans and others need to get ready.
Because one of us is singing out loud.