One Important Thing We Can Do About Tender Age Shelters
Sadly, the American Dream is dead. — Donald Trump
It’s easier not to think about it. So much easier not to see.
Because thinking about it means imagining being in a situation so bad that my best choice is to try to sneak into a country that doesn’t want me as badly as the United States doesn’t want them.
With my children. My children who, no matter how poor I’ve been in the past, have never not been safe.
Thinking about it means imagining sending my children to a foreign country alone in the hopes that when they get there, they’ll be safer than they were with me.
Thinking about it means imagining what kind of horror show these people must be leaving behind. Fleeing situations worse than anything I’ve ever been touched by.
I honestly cannot fully imagine what would bring me to the decision to flee to Honduras or Mexico or truly anywhere and try to enter illegally if that’s the only way I could get in. And I have an excellent imagination.
Thinking about it means feeling my babies ripped from my arms. My babies arrested because I wanted to find them a safe place.
Babies put in facilities so awful that some assholes got together and come up with…
