My Mexican mom had papers when she gave birth to me in the U.S. And my Dad was born and raised in New York.
Yet, in 1970, I was one U.S. Immigration stamp away from falling into today’s shameful and humiliating 14th amendment debate.
And if R and I had kids when we were in the States, then the kid or kids would be right in the thick of it right now. I know many people who are in this situation as we speak, i.e., one or two undocumented parents in the U.S.
And what if R and I have kids in the future? What if we adopt? What if R never enters the U.S. again? What does that mean in today’s political sphere?
You know, as I’ve mentioned earlier, I felt very much alone when R was deported in April of 2001.
But you know what? I think that at this point I’d take the loneliness any day over the what’s happening in the U.S. now.
Today in 2010 I have a community. Today in 2010 I connect with more and more people that understand what I’ve lived through/am living through/will continue to live through.
And yet today in 2010, I feel a fear and a rage that I never could have imagined in 2001.
There’s a question that I ask at the end of my show, The Deportee’s Wife about R possibly not being allowed to enter other countries in the future, due to their political relationship in the U.S. (As was the case with him and Canada in 2007.)
And I ask if one day I may not be allowed to enter the U.S., Canada or any other country because I’m R’s legal wife.
Will those words come true during my lifetime? Jesus.
Today in 2010, unspeakable and unimaginable issues are slaughtered and slapped onto the U.S. political table, the blood still warm.
It almost makes me long for April of 2001. Almost.