The unaccompanied children detained by the immigration authorities between October 1, 2013 and May 31 of this year, according to the Pew Research Center, total close to 50,000 minors. Of these, 25% are Mexican, 25% Guatemalan, 29% Honduran and 21% from El Salvador.
***I never thought twice about my politics. If you know me, you know I love kids: Period.
Preface: Been poor all my life, I don't think at this point expressing my position on the BorderTown Refugee Children, is going to ruin my career.
Not speaking out will ruin my heart and blind me to their faces.
|The Border Kids of My Life POR VIDA|
Consider what I found after a few clicks.
"Along the way, over 70 percent of migrant children will die or be enslaved. They never reach their destination because they are prey to vultures lying in wait in Guatemala or Mexico to sexually abuse them, force them to join criminal gangs that operate with impunity, or kill them to intimidate others. They are children unwanted by anyone - the children of no one. ... Let us offer our children a future. That is our responsibility, because the children of Honduras are the children of us all."As soon as I can I will be looking into becoming a foster family for a child. I can't save them all but I can help out by giving money and becoming a foster parent.
This is something my husband and I have thought of for many years. Wisco is a loving community for children. To give 1 child the joy of sledding; the joy of summer JunJun bug catching. It would be my honor.
So I'm putting this out there: God if it's your will I would love to foster one child big or small.
Here is a poem I wrote for Children book authors.
A mentor writer once told me, "It is a sin to lie to children" How can I ask my daughter to Pledge Allegiance to a flag or to honor her representatives who are not caring for her Latino brothers and sisters?
It's not about a border, or 'attractive stories'. We are human. If these kids were from England or from Canada--would our welcoming be the same? Sorry but I think if it was a Harry Potter invasion and not a Speedy Gonzalez infestation, the Sound bites, the script, the telling of how we rescued these children would be entirely different.
We are the Guardians of
Warm milk and cookies
Of cubby hole reading
We illuminate fairies and glow in the night tales
We write for those who might not remember us
But will never forget that first feeling
Our audience doesn’t write thank you letters,
They might not even know how to read or write
But they listen….
They feel and they fear with terror at the hands of evil
We are the Guardians of magical places, friendships and the good life
The children who hear our stories need our words more than we need them.
They crave for that escape from the cruel reality that faith has dealt them.
We aren’t the police,
we aren’t the teachers,
or the social workers,
we come into their lives unknowingly.
We slip in their tiny hearts something powerful: hope.
Hope against the rapists,
hope against the molester,
hope against the abuser,
hope against the beater,
hope against the alcoholic
hope against the drugs,
hope against the next slap, the next cuss word
hope for the next time they see the sun light hope
for the next time they live through this moment of pain.
We write for children we write for hope.
Guardians that’s us.