A Tale of Two Realities: Immigration, Advocacy, and
Faith in America
The 21st century has
presented us with an unprecedented surge in global migration, driven by a
myriad of socio-economic, political, and environmental factors. From the
sprawling refugee camps of the Middle East to the perilous sea crossings of the
Mediterranean, the human cost of poverty, political instability, and
displacement has reached staggering proportions. Threats to life and property,
political instability, corruption, and lack of opportunity, among other
factors, have contributed to this crisis. Meanwhile, the United States has
emerged as a key destination for those in search of safety, opportunity, and
the promise of a better life. Yet, behind the allure of the American Dream lies
a complex web of challenges and contradictions—a reality that I came face to
face with upon my own migration to this land of promise.
In 2007, I
embarked on my journey to the United States as an international student,
brimming with aspirations of academic excellence and career advancement. Like
countless others, I was captivated by the promise of opportunity that this
country held—a promise that, in many respects, I later discovered to be elusive
for a while. Despite my best efforts, my transition from being a student to a professional
proved to be a daunting challenge, as I grappled with the harsh realities of a
system that seemed designed to keep me and millions like me on the margins. Consequently,
after graduating from college, I found myself thrust into a world of
uncertainty and insecurity. This is because, despite my academic achievements
and professional aspirations, I quickly realized that my lack of legal
documentation would bar me from realizing my dreams. Aspirations to continue
with religious life seemed impossible, and the job offers I had hoped would
come my way evaporated as opportunities dwindled with each new rejection I
received. As a result, my once bright horizon of possibility grew dimmer with
each passing day for a long time. This is because in the eyes of the law, I was
an outsider- an undocumented immigrant whose only crime was the audacity to
dream.Jacumba
Camp: Where migrants are sometimes dumped during overflows in a very windy and
cold, isolated empty space. The next picture is of the fireplace.
Finding
Hope and Purpose Amidst Adversity
As I grappled with the
harsh realities of life on the margins, I was forced to confront the
contradictions inherent in America's immigration system. On the one hand, I was
welcomed with open arms as a student, and was encouraged to pursue my dreams
and ambitions. Yet, as soon as I graduated, I found myself cast adrift in a sea
of uncertainty, relegated to the shadows of society by virtue of my race and
legal status. It was a pill too bitter to swallow, which again is a stark
reminder of the arbitrary nature of borders and the power dynamics that shape
our world.
However, the quote by Bob Marley
that: "You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only
choice," deeply resonates with me as I reflect on my journey through
adversity. What struck me the most was realizing that I was not navigating this
journey alone. As a Christian, I find my anchor in the Lord. I firmly believe
what the Lord said in Matthew 28:20: "And surely I am with you always, to
the very end of the age." This passage reassures me of God's constant
presence and support. It proved true all the way, God indeed came through for
me.
As
a college Undergrad in 2010 in KY, and Transporting Refugees during Covid-19 in
Mexicali
My journey across our
country exposed me to countless individuals grappling with similar
challenges—each striving for recognition, dignity, and the chance to pursue
their dreams. This shared bond of solidarity stirred something deep within me,
compelling me to turn my own struggles into meaningful action. From 2012 to
2016, I delved into advocacy work with a fervent determination to address the
systemic injustices that have marginalized and disheartened so many. While I
understood the enormity of reforming the immigration system, I firmly believed
that every effort counts in assisting the migrants we encounter. Thus, I
applied to join the resettlement program in Cincinnati, Ohio. As a staff of the
resettlement program at Catholic Charities of Southwestern Ohio, I worked hard
to assist refugees and asylees in navigating the daunting challenges they
faced. Through these endeavors, I found a profound sense of purpose—a guiding
light amid the shadows of adversity.
Some of my Clients in Ohio: Visiting Downtown
Cincinnati, and Attending an Event
After participating in English
language lessons, they smiled for the camera.
Recognizing the
importance of being professionally prepared for my desired role, I made the
decision to return to school. I found myself at a pivotal juncture, eager to
find a career path that would enable me to utilize my skills and compassion to
empower marginalized communities. After thoughtful reflection, I came to the
realization that social work aligned perfectly with my aspirations. Driven by
this conviction, I pursued a master's degree in the field, eager to expand my
knowledge and ability to make a meaningful difference in the lives of others.
Since then, my dedication to assisting people, particularly those facing
intricate life challenges, has remained unwavering
Unveiling
Grace: Serving on the Edges of the Border
InterCongregational Border Pilgrimage Participants
2024
Against the backdrop of
my personal migration experience and professional training as a social worker,
I felt compelled to accept the invitation to embark on a transformative
five-day border pilgrimage. Accompanied by a diverse group comprising of over 20
Catholic nuns from five different congregations, as well as a Franciscan friar
and a priest from the diocese of Seattle, we set out on our journey from
February 5th to 9th, 2024. Little did I know this pilgrimage would thrust me
into a whirlwind of emotions, experiences, and reflections that was a stark
reminder of what I had experienced, except that what I saw way more than what I
went through as a migrant.
CSJ's
of Orange Border Immersion participants 2024
Our pilgrimage commenced with a
palpable sense of anticipation intermingled with trepidation. We understood
that we were embarking on more than just a physical journey; it was to be a
profound odyssey of the heart and soul. As we traversed the borderlands,
venturing from the bustling streets of Tijuana to the tranquil border towns of
Calexico and Mexicali, we encountered a mosaic of shelters and programs, each
unveiling a distinct aspect of the migrant experience. In these encounters, I
was profoundly moved by the resilience and courage of the individuals we met.
Their stories, their struggles, and their unwavering spirit left an indelible
imprint on my heart, reshaping my perspective and igniting within me a fervent
desire to do more. As we listened to their narratives of hope and hardship, I
felt a profound sense of solidarity with their plight, realizing that their
struggles are similar to those faced by countless others seeking refuge and
opportunity.
Praying against all “walls” of human inequality and injustice and seeking
forgiveness for the collective sin of negligence against deceased migrants,
walled and disrespected even
in death.
Border Samaritans
During our pilgrimage, we
had the opportunity to visit several programs. One of our initial stops was Our
Lady of Guadalupe, a Jesuit-operated parish providing transitional housing for
Spanish-speaking men. Here, we delved into the harrowing experiences of
migrants. They shared tales of trekking for days, weeks, or even months,
enduring perilous waters and inhospitable conditions to reach the border. Upon
arrival, they often found themselves stuck in limbo for weeks to months,
navigating the application process, attending hearings, and awaiting their
fate—a landscape rife with uncertainties. It served as a poignant reminder of
the immense sacrifices made in the relentless pursuit of safety and
opportunity.
Our
Lady of Guadalupe’s 30 days Shelter for only Spanish Speaking Men
At the Cabrini Center, we
were confronted with the heartbreaking reality faced by women and children
fleeing violence and persecution. Here, they found not only shelter but also
much-needed counseling services to help them heal from the trauma of their past
experiences. The resilience of these individuals in the face of adversity left
an indelible mark on our hearts.
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Our next stop was at the
Calexico United Methodist Church, where we had the privilege of meeting their leader.
The young enthusiastic pastor graciously shared with us how his congregation
had wholeheartedly embraced the call to aid migrants in need. Their actions
spoke volumes as they not only provided overnight stays in hotels and
transportation but also extended a range of support services. Their unwavering
commitment exemplified the profound spirit of compassion and solidarity that
our world so deeply craves today. It is remarkable to see people living out the
Gospel by standing alongside migrants and addressing their diverse needs.
Perhaps
one of the most profound experiences of our pilgrimage was our visit to Casa de
los Pobres, a shelter and clinic founded by Franciscan Sisters in 1957. Here,
migrants received free medical care and support, a glim of hope in their sea of
uncertainty. As we witnessed the dedication of the staff and volunteers, we
were reminded of the power of community and the importance of standing together
in times of need.
Sister
Herlinda leads the prayer and anointing session at the Mexicali shelter
Our journey also led us
to both the Jacumba north and east camps, where the stark imagery of makeshift
shelters spoke volumes (see picture on page 1). The remnants of journeys
fraught with peril struck a chord deep within me, evoking parallels to the biblical
narrative of Mary and Joseph seeking refuge. Like the Holy Family, the migrants
we encountered were vulnerable, their plight echoing the timeless struggle for
sanctuary amidst hostility. However, unlike the Holy Family, who could
eventually return to the safety and comfort of their home, these migrants faced
an uncertain future. For them, the harsh wilderness, with its cold and fiery
winds, was their temporary home, synonymous with the insurmountable hurdles
that awaited them in this 'land of the free.' Until, if ever, they succeeded in
obtaining the documents needed to secure their legal status, they would remain
trapped in a limbo of uncertainty and vulnerability.
One
memory from our pilgrimage remains vividly etched in my mind, like a painting
on the canvas of my soul. It was the scene of children, as their laughter echoed
through the air like delicate chimes of hope amidst a backdrop of uncertainty
and hardship. As we watched them happily hit the piñata in the Mexicali
shelter, their innocence and resilience radiated, a stark contrast to the
challenges they face. For a fleeting moment, as they picked their candies,
selected donated items, and eagerly unpacked the toys and Valentine's Day boxes
we had prepared for them, life seemed to have regained a semblance of temporal normalcy.
The clothes we provided and the piñata they eagerly took turns dismantling
brought smiles to their faces, momentarily lifting the weight of their
circumstances.
Flo Teaching Children Songs Fun and
Pinata Time in Mexicali
Engaging
with these children, hearing their happy chatter, seeing the smiles on their
faces, feeling their warm hugs, and witnessing their unwavering spirit stirred
something deep within me - a kaleidoscope of emotions ranging from pure joy to
profound sadness. It was clear that despite the hardships they endured/are
still enduring (even from being out of school for so long), their resilience
was a testament to the capacity of the human spirit to endure and overcome
adversity.
However, beyond the
moments of joy we shared with them, it was impossible to ignore the stark
reality of their situation. Some of these children and their families will
continue to exist in a state of perpetual limbo, their lives suspended as they
await resolution to their immigration cases. Apart from occasional visitors
like us, their interactions with the outside world are severely limited,
confined to the walls of the shelters where they wait anxiously for their cases
to be heard and approved.
Reflecting
on our time with the children, I'm struck by their resilience and strength in
the face of unimaginable challenges. Their ability to find joy amidst adversity
is a testament to the human spirit's capacity to endure and overcome. It echoes
the words of Jesus in Matthew 19:14: "Let the little children come to me,
and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as
these." Like the children Jesus welcomed, these resilient young souls
embody his teachings, demonstrating unwavering faith and hope despite their
circumstances. Yet, their plight also highlights the urgent need for systemic
change to ensure every child has the opportunity to thrive, regardless of their
immigration status or circumstances.
Sisters Grace CSJ (left)
and Mirian CSJ (right) engaging in activities with children in Mexicali.
Our
journey culminated in a prayer service at the Parks View Cemetery, where we
reverently paid our respects to migrants who had tragically lost their lives on
their journey to the U.S. Their unmarked graves (see page 6) serve as, yet
another stark reminder of the injustices faced by migrants, even in death. The
cemetery, walled off, with only stones marking the bodies, offers a somber
testament to their plight. Some remained nameless, their identities lost to the
passage of time and neglect. A sign reading "do not trespass" further
denied them the solace of visitors, preventing even the placement of flowers.
This
grim reality stands in stark contrast to another cemetery in the same location,
adorned with gravestones, clear markings, and flowers - an illustration of the
disparities faced by migrants, even in their final resting place. Yet, amidst
this sorrow, there is also hope - a reminder, poignant in its significance,
that through acts of solidarity and compassion, we can strive to build a more
just and equitable world for all.
The Green wall at the background is the
migrants’ cemetery
Compassion:
Bridging Faith with Humanity
In the solitude of each
evening throughout this border pilgrimage, I grappled with the stories of separation,
loss, and trauma shared by the migrants in all the shelters we visited. The
anguish of families torn apart and the uncertainty shrouding their loved ones'
fates weigh heavily on my heart, reminding me of our interconnected humanity.
Gazing at the imposing wall dividing and dehumanizing, I am struck by the
magnitude of suffering it represents. However, I also recall the reassuring
words of Archbishop Oscar Romero: 'We plant the seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted, knowing that they hold future promise.' As we
journeyed, witnessing the resilience and struggles of migrants, these words
resonated deeply within me. Our experiences, like seeds planted along the path,
have the potential to grow and bring forth positive change.
May
our journey be a seed of hope, nurtured by our collective efforts to build a
society where all are welcomed, valued, and cherished. As I conclude this
reflection, I am filled with a renewed sense of purpose—a commitment to stand
in solidarity with the migrant community, to speak truth to power, and to
strive for a world where compassion triumphs over cruelty. For in bearing
witness to their plight, we not only honor their humanity but reaffirm our own
and sow the seeds of a brighter future.
While checking out of the hotel, I noticed a rainbow,
-a sure symbol of hope for a better tomorrow.
