my life as an undocumented immigrant


The antidote to the pandemic of individualism and selfishness, for me, is to stop and consider: Consider those around me. Those who came before me. Consider the pain and struggle people go through to move to and stay in the US. Surviving as an undocumented immigrant, living in constant fear of deportation. To just stop for a second in my busy privileged life and consider.

anonymous asked:

Hiii, very random but I really wish more Mexican people would watch "La Cosecha" and "Which way home?" Both are documentaries about undocumented immigrants and how they come here and their stories. People seem to forget or not know, both movies changed my life for forever and really inspired me to help immigrants by any means necessary. Actually in La Cosecha one of the girls was from a neighboring city around mine and it really helps you realize how close it hits us. 10/10 would recommend both.

Send some links so we can find and watch. Thank you!

Stay brown.

My Parents Are Immigrants

My dad wakes up at 5am every single day, works until 3pm and then goes to his second job which goes from 4pm to 9pm. My mom wakes up at 4am and works until 4pm, then has to commute two hours two get home and still cook dinner. They work tireless jobs in blistering cold to cut chicken for restaurants. These jobs that they apparently “stole” from Americans. I would love to see one of those people claiming this outside working the fields in the blistering heat. I would love to see one of them working in the cold with my parents. 

I have never been prouder to call myself a daughter of immigrants. I am a Latina and I am proud of my parents who have given up their livelihood to provide a better life for myself.

Today the US not only showed their implicit approval for sexual assault, they also showed the racism that is hidden underneath every institution, law, interaction, and place. 

And I will still stand tall and show everyone that I am not afraid of them. I refuse to stand in fear and cower behind the mess that Trump will create.

Edit: My parents are undocumented. They have paid more taxes than trump has ever paid. They abide the law more than trump ever has. They have not been accused of raping a 13 year old girl.

“The antidote to the pandemic of individualism and selfishness, for me, is to stop and consider: Consider those around me. Those who came before me. Consider the pain and struggle people go through to move to and stay in the US. Surviving as an undocumented immigrant, living in constant fear of deportation. To just stop for a second in my busy privileged life and consider.

“Jane the Virgin” is one of the best shows on television.

A lofty claim, considering how utterly flawed almost every television series is. Holistically, it is a landmark show and it has truly pushed the bounds of what great television should look like (more people of color!!!!), should sound like, and how it should be experienced. And for that, it deserves all of the accolades (yas for that Golden Globe, Gina Rodriguez!!!!).

JTV has a tongue-in-cheek format that celebrates the utter ridiculousness and drama of telenovelas, a genre akin to soap operas that has exploded in popularity across Latin America, whilst simultaneously embracing the very tropes that make telenovelas so wild. It is narrated by an impeccable Anthony Mendez who infuses every phrase with drama and, though he is not a character in the traditional sense, continually breaks the fourth wall by addressing the audience: we see events other characters don’t see and our reactions are mirrored by the narrator’s response to these plot twists. There are things the narrator knows that he does not share with the audience, and in some ways, it keeps the suspense believable - after all, he is telling a story and he wouldn’t want to rush the ending. This is one of JTV’s strongest and most creative choices - the narrator is so different from any other narrator on a show. He is not really a character so his investment in the events of the show is the same as ours as audience members: he is the audience.

JTV is not above using typical telenovela tropes to ratchet up the drama, which is both a great and sometimes not so great thing: at times, the tropes get a little exhaustive (the Petra-Anezka twin swap was beyond frustrating and the resolution was drawn out beyond what was necessary to make a point) but at other times, the tropes are exactly what we need (the back-and-forth relationship between Rogelio and Xiomara, complete with “walking in on the other person passionately making out with their ex just as the person was ready to confess their love” scenes). The show knows exactly how ridiculous it is: after all, its premise involves the artificial insemination of a 23-year-old virgin by the sister of the man whose sperm was used for the insemination! And that’s what makes these tropes so incredible: as ridiculous as it may be, it still knows its audience. It knows that despite the brief moment of attraction between Jane and Rafael, it’s Michael who is Jane’s true love. It knows that even though Luisa loves Rose, Sin Rostro is a villain who doesn’t deserve to be happy. It knows that where there’s a will, there’s a way, and Ro and Xo will find their way to each other.

The character relationships are honestly the crown jewel of a show that is already full of little gems. The strong cultural and familial relationship between Jane, Xiomara, and Alba drive the show forward in a way that feels effortless. Jane and Xiomara have a complicated relationship; Xiomara is Jane’s polar opposite in her impulsiveness, flightiness, and general immaturity whereas Jane is poised, organized, and mature beyond her years though the events of the pilot obviously upend her entire life plan. Jane’s commitment to the promises she makes Alba especially with regard to her virginity and her religion are especially powerful; you rarely see that type of relationship celebrated and Alba could have too easily become a trope of the intense Catholic grandma but instead, there are layers. Alba’s life pre-America is similarly complicated, as Season 3 has unveiled, and her adherence to her faith is strong because of those events, in a way that doesn’t feel like religion is being shoved down our throats but rather that it is one facet of a complex character. Xiomara and Alba have a fascinating relationship as well; despite Alba’s disapproval of many of Xiomara’s choices, the love she has for her daughter is above and beyond comprehension and it feels real, tangible, and authentic.

Though Rogelio and Jane spend 23 years apart as father and daughter, their relationship quickly becomes one of my favorites on the show. I’m a sucker for a good father-daughter dynamic, and Jane and Rogelio have a seamless chemistry. She is the mature, put together young woman who had to become an adult too soon (and because her parents turn out to both be immature) and he is the self-centered frivolous telenovela star. It shouldn’t work but it does. Up until that moment in his life, Rogelio was only ever concerned with himself and maybe the memories of Xiomara, but meeting Jane, becoming a father, is utterly transformative. You can tell - every choice he makes, every action he undertakes, becomes about being there for Jane, for Mateo, for Xiomara, for Alba, for the family he so desperately needed but didn’t know he wanted. He gets so involved with Jane’s life because he has been waiting for 23 years to be so involved. Be still my heart.

My favorite moment in the series so far was the moment when Alba is laid up in the hospital after being pushed by Magda down the stairs and Xiomara is panicking because the hospital had to call ICE and there’s a fear of Alba being deported and then quietly, without any mention, Michael helps resolve the entire situation despite the fact that he and Jane are on the outs. The relief that Jane and Xiomara feel, the utterly heartbreaking reality of undocumented immigrants and the fear they live in every day, and the sweet and kind thing that Michael does for a woman who has given up on him (seemingly) - that’s the show right there. Throw in Rogelio skipping his fancy dinner to be with Xiomara and Alba - I’m sold. I’m done. “Jane the Virgin” is the best show on television, hands down.

An essay by Karla Souza on her Mexican & Chilean Background for Hispanic Heritage Month

1960s New York, Rockefeller State. Kitchen. Interior.

Elba Silva, Chilean woman, tough as nails, extremely stubborn. My grandma.

Wipes the sweat off her brow and continues to cook arduously as she writes down a recipe that John D. Rockefeller III, wanted to make for a dinner guest. Diego Rivera’s mural at the Rockefeller Center had been banned years earlier because it included the face of communist leader Vladimir Lenin. This was the talk at the dinner table, and Elba overhears this conversation and many more during her years as a cook at the Rockefeller Estate.

Flashforward to 2014. Los Angeles California, casting room. Interior.

Elba’s granddaughter, Karla Souza, sits in a sparsely decorated casting room, anxiously waiting to be called. Oblivious to the hours of hard work, dedication and struggle her grandmother endured so Karla could have an opportunity to make a living in the United States of America.

She starts looking around at all the other girls auditioning for the same character as she is: “The Latina.” That’s the character description in the script by the way. As if that’s a personality trait you can play as an actor! Anyway I’m getting sidetracked.

She hears her name called out: “Karla Souza?”

“That’s me!”

“I’m sorry … How exactly are you Latin?” asks the casting director before doing the scene.

“I’m Mexican,” Karla replies.

Still some doubt and skepticism on the casting director’s face prompts Karla to respond:

“My mother is Mexican and my dad is from Chile. I was born in Mexico City. I just moved to Los Angeles two weeks ago.”

Needless to say I didn’t book that job. I wasn’t “Latina enough.”

I’m a spoiled American. I don’t fully realize how lucky I am to call this country home. I am a perfect example of what my pastor Rankin Wilbourne calls today’s generation: Radically individualistic. A generation of people with one project in mind: Project self. Me, me, me. Naive and oblivious to the blessings and graces given as I go about my day.

The antidote to the pandemic of individualism and selfishness, for me, is to stop and consider: Consider those around me. Those who came before me. Consider the pain and struggle people go through to move to and stay in the US. Surviving as an undocumented immigrant, living in constant fear of deportation. To just stop for a second in my busy privileged life and consider.

I consider. What is my immigrant story?

Elba Silva, my grandma on my dad’s side, moved to New York from Chile in search of better opportunities (don’t we all?) and ended up working as an assistant cook with the Rockefeller family for 20 years. She made killer Chilean empanadas and was stubborn as all get out. Her husband became a gardener to the Rockefellers, and New York became their home. When she passed away, her one request was to be buried in a beautiful cemetery that overlooks Manhattan.

She had become a US citizen, which gave my dad a path to citizenship.

My father, a shoemaker, immigrated from Chile to Mexico City where he met my mother. They married and soon after moved from Mexico City to Colorado when I was 2 years old. My parents knew the advantages we would have in learning another language and culture at such a young age. We lived in Colorado for 5 years, and my dad ran his Mexican shoe business from there. I vaguely remember receiving the letter from then President, Bill Clinton, saying something like: “Congratulations! You are now a citizen of the United States of America.” Which to me, meant nothing at the time.

I only recently moved back to the US after having lived in Europe for eight years and Mexico for 10. As the years have gone by, however, I finally realize how fortunate I am to have a US passport.

My front porch proudly displays both the Mexican and American flags. I celebrate both El Grito (Mexican Independence Day) on Sept. 15, and Fourth of July. At birthday celebrations, you’ll hear both “Las Mañanitas” and Happy Birthday. I consider myself as much American as I do Mexican.

As a kid, I would check the box that said Caucasian in forms because I thought they were asking about the color of my skin. I was later told that I was considered “brown” even if my skin is white. Forgive me if I’m still confused. These boxes fail miserably at labeling us.

From bringing Mexican candies on set to inviting and encouraging my friends to visit Mexico, I take pride in sharing my Latino experience.

You will hear me speaking Spanish unabashedly, making my character Laurel on ABC’s How to Get Away With Murder authentically Latina and showcasing Latino playwrights with the non-for-profit Ammunition Theatre Company.

I’m the Mexican born granddaughter of a Chilean American cook, daughter of a Mexican and Chilean American shoemaker, wife of a Texan.

This is America. 



Jon x Sansa | Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt AU 

tl;dr: Sansa is Kimmy and Jon is Dong 

After being rescued from an underground bunker, where she was imprisoned for 15 years by disturbed preacher Petyr Baelish, “Mole Woman” Sansa Stark moves to New York City to pursue a new life. Since she never finished the eighth grade, Sansa decides to get her GED. There, she meets Jon, an undocumented immigrant also new to the city. Sansa helps him with his English; Jon helps her with math. And soon, they can’t ignore their feelings for each other anymore. 

I want to share something special with you guys..

So I’m just going to say it and I really hope no one gets offended. And please don’t start arguments about it please. Thank you and God bless!

Okay, so I am an illegal immigrant. I came to the United States when I was 4 years old. My parents brought me here in 1999 and I’ve been here in Colorado ever since. Growing up I struggled a lot because undocumented immigrants are treated very differently here. I couldn’t do things that other students could. For example, I couldn’t apply for financial aid for college. Every life decision is very limited when you are undocumented. I had to grow up with just my mother and father because my entire family is in Mexico. Holidays were so depressing. Some people have no idea what it is like living in constant fear. It’s awful. 

But recently, God made a way! Last year I started working at a Law Firm and I learned a lot about immigration and the attorneys ended up helping me find a way to one day get citizenship. So last month I applied for something that’s called an Advanced Parole. And that would allow me to leave the United States and re-enter with permission. Once I enter the country legally, I would be able to apply for Residency easily. And let me just tell you that GOD IS GOOD because I just received my approval notice!!! I cant FINALLY go back to my home country after 17 years and come back to the U.S. with permission!! I’m so excited that I’ve been crying tears of joy all day! Just wanted to share with you guys :) Love you and God bless! 


Watch, share and then vote for this week’s featured films from the PBS Online Film Festival:

National Black Programming Consortium's 7 Day GigA young man sits Shiva, mourns for his father’s death with strangers from the Internet.

Latino Public Broadcasting’s El Doctor: Worlds collide when an Arizona family hires an undocumented day laborer.

Pacific Islanders in Communications’ Dog Save the Queen: The Million Dollar Corgi Quest comes to the Island of Rarotonga, Cook Islands.

National Black Programming Consortium’s El Reloj: Experience a day in the life of a Zapotec grandfather and his city-born granddaughter.

Pacific Islanders in Communications’ My Dear Americans: An Indian-American husband and wife adjust to immigrant life in an American suburb.

My heart aches for my fellow people of color, my fellow women, and fellow LGBTQ+ siblings. My heart goes out to my muslim friends, my friends and family who are or know people who are undocumented immigrants who came to America for the opportunity of a better life, and to every other marginalized group. We are afraid. We are terrified because this country no longer feels safe. A sexist, racist, ignorant, bigoted, rapist has been elected president against a qualified and experienced candidate who has dedicated 30 years of her life to public service and defending the rights of those who need it most. That alone says so much about our country. Millions of LGBTQ, POC, and women saw the electoral map last night and saw half a nation of people who at best don’t even care about them at all.

A presidential election should not leave people in tears, fearing for their lives and the lives of the people they love. We live in a country so divided that neither side of the rift is able to come to an understanding or fathom the other side’s sentiments.

Now is our time to voice our anger and our fear. Change does not come through silence. It is time for our country to finally come together. Time for a revolution. Take time out of your day to do something for someone who less privileged than you. Speak to someone who does not agree with you and try to listen, rather than react. Build bridges. There is a reason why people voted for him, a reason why they are afraid of Hillary, and afraid of change. If we want our voices to be heard, we must hear theirs too. Love and support your friends who are hurting instead of questioning or invalidating their pain. Do not stop fighting, because you will be heard. Do anything but be silent.

“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.”

Love trumps hate.

anonymous asked:

Can you show us samples from your undergraduate portfolio?

Heh, I’m pretty embarassed by it but sure. This is what I could find on the Internet right now but that’s obviously problematic and unfair because it only shows the stuff I thought was good at the time and not metric-ton of failure projects I had along the way.

—Freshman Year (2007–2008)—

Disclaimer: This stuff was at the end of the year after I had gotten the hang of school. The stuff I did in the beginning was really really terrible. My GPA in my first semester was a 2.87. I got a D- in Typography 1 for example, and I was almost on academic probation. That was a wake-up call and it was depressing to me to find myself struggling. There’s an instagram video of my entrance portfolio to get into school (#tbt ya’ll) and by the time these projects were finished it was like night and day.

Catalogue for the motion design program at Art Center College of Design (which I was a part of for most of school actually.) Susan Lee-Clark was my professor.

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Album cover I did for a band that some of my best friends in high school was a part of that formed when they went to college.

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Stills from my first 3D animation (Cinema4D) class where I made a fake educational PSA for kids about how viruses infect bacteria narrated in Japanese. My initial concentration at school was on motion design and animation. I eventually realized I wasn’t passionate about it but I still learned a lot. Rob Garrott was my professor.

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—Sophomore Year (2008–2009)—

Exhibition Design for this made-up show. I did this with my friend Tsz Ho Ip. Carolina Trigo was my professor.

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Some stuff that I designed and animated (I was trying to get an internship at a motion design studio named Buck which I eventually got.)

1. Brian Green TED Talk [LINK] . Chris Dooley was my teacher.

2. Motion Design Reel [LINK] . 

I really got along with an art director that worked at Buck while I was interning there who goes by “The Beast is Back.” I made a postcard for him.

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Still from an animation I did dedicated to Lisa ‘Left-Eye’ Lopes from TLC where I had the lyrics to ‘No Scrubs’ read through an automated VoiceText reader and then combined data-moshing and lasers. Ew. Yuck. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, I think i was reading too much Hipster-Runoff and looking at Tumblr at the time. Jesus Christ fuck everything about this. I’m terribly sorry. Chris Dooley was my teacher.

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Poster for film screenings at Art Center.

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A zine I did that features a transcription of an interview I did with a childhood friend who, at the time, was an undocumented immigrant, where we talked about the hardships he faced in basic things like obtaining a driver’s license or getting a college education. Joshua Trees was my professor. It’s funny, I left Art Center to study at Central Saint Martins before ultimately coming back and he was my teacher at both schools out of sheer coincidence.

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— Junior Year (2009–2010) —

Silkscreen poster for a friend’s Nico Sala and Jasper Kingeter’s “comedic French-British rap group”. I studied printmaking under Anthony Zepeda. But I was pretty sloppy so my homie Devin Troy Strother, who now enjoys life as a successful artist pretty much did all the work for me on this one. I did his website though so it’s all good.

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200+ page book investigating a murder in a lagoon that shocked Los Angeles and lead to race riots in the 1940’s. Hardcover bound with a deboss in the interior. Brad Bartlett was my professor.

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Around this time, to make money I started freelancing as a storyboard artist for motion design studios.

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Identity design for the London Festival of Silent films. I gave every film a separate symbol that combined to form the main identity. For the posters, I chose not to reference silent films because it seemed to obvious so I built on the idea of silence. The idea was to show these huge nature scenes found on the British Isles in tube stations and around the city which at the time I thought would be interesting to juxtapose with the urban surroundings of London. Clive Piercy was my professor.

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This 17-foot poster I did for an exhibition on Archigram. Was inspired by their imagination when it came to the scale of their works. I built this typeface and set ‘Archigram’ in it, then I spent a few weeks cutting out windows, facades, pipes, etc, and combined them with my lettering. So I made a big poster lol. It folds down into an A1 sized book. My friend Daniel Seung Lee who is now enjoying his life as a successful photographer helped me take a photo of this. Another project under Clive Piercy.

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Silkscreened poster. It was supposed to be about the Hindu Milk Miracle that took place in India in 1995 but in all honesty that was bullshit posturing and I just wanted a project that’d get me on Manystuff which never happened because I wasn’t critical enough. What I did end up getting on was TrendList and then I sent them a crybaby e-mail telling them to take me off. Ooo boy.

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— Senior Year (2010–2011) —

Stuff for the Chinese American Museum. I’m getting tired of writing descriptions blah blah blah.

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225 page book with exposed spine for the binding. Look at me I’m just throwing all the tricks in my grab bag of tricks. This book also used augmented reality as if the binding wasn’t enough already. [LINK].

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Branding for an upscale knife shop. Basically I was no better than that stupid menswear store that sells the expensive axe.

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Okay so I was still technically in the motion design concentration at school and so I needed credit to graduate. This was the last animation I participated in. Here’s a styleframe from a group project.

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So yeah, just a sample of stuff I did while I was a student at Art Center College of Design. Stylistically and contextually it was kind of all over the place. But, I was 18 when I started so I was still trying to figure out what my interests and passions and my work so I was just as confused and clueless. It was a crazy experience but overall it was definitely life-changing and what helped me grow the most were the friends I made along the way. They influenced me more than anything. Nico Sala, Josh Finklea, Scott Langer, Roy Tatum, Justin Sloane, Frank Lionetti, Dawn Kim, Devin Troy Strother, David Jien, Tsz Ho Ip, Grace Pincer, Victoria Tutunjian, I love/miss you guys and I’m grateful and glad I got to know all of you. And to my teachers, Clive Piercy, Brad Bartlett, Simon Johnston, Anthony Zepeda, Elena Page, Rob Garrott, thank you for your wisdom.

Dear Americans, dear everyone,

I started this blog because I saw sexism in films and I wanted to do my part, however small, to try to redress a wrong and shine a light on the thousands of talented women filmmakers across the world who fight every day to create beautiful art in the face of ugliness and oppression.

And while I have always only posted about films I think it would be remiss to not talk about the American election which will have devastating, life-altering consequences for many people. My heart goes out to Muslim-Americans, American-Latinos, undocumented & documented immigrants living in the U.S., LGBTQIA people, Americans of colour and Americans with disabilities and sexual assault survivors. My heart goes out to people across the world who will be negatively impacted by Trump’s regressive policies. My heart goes out to the planet because Trump’s policies will not only do nothing to stop climate change, they will actively exacerbate the problem. 

Thank you to all the people who went out to protest the day after the election. Be angry, be strong, but take breaks and take care of yourselves. This is a marathon, not a sprint. This is the next four years. 

I hear people talking about 2020. 2020 is too late. You need to start mobilizing for the November 6, 2018 midterms. You need to vote every Republican possible out of office in order to hobble Trump’s presidency as much as you can. 

Meanwhile I will be here posting as usual. I felt very gloomy about this during the past few days but I realized that even in such dark circumstances we cannot ask ourselves to be angry and protest 24/7. No one should be complacent but it is important that we take time to laugh and find joy where we can get it, even if it is just in watching a dumb movie that makes us forget our problems for an hour and a half. There is value in that. 

I am so grateful to this community of cinema lovers that continues to build each and every day and has shown so much compassion and kindness and love towards each other.    

I wish us all luck.

Why I'm against Bernie or Bust

So I’m a Bernie supporter who posted what was most likely the first thing you ever saw about Bernie over a year ago and have been campaigning for him since. No one believes in Bernie more than I do. That being said, if Bernie doesn’t win the nomination, I’m absolutely going to support Hillary.

If Hilary officially secures the nomination, refusing to support her would not help Bernie, nor would it be good for the policies and ideals he believes in which prompted me to support him in the first place. The only people helped by my refusal to support Hillary would be Trump and the GOP.

More importantly, not only does refusal to back Hilary help Trump, it also actively hurts the people who can not vote in this election because they are the undocumented immigrants who will face the worst of a Trump presidency. It hurts refugees escaping monstrosities abroad who will be denied asylum because of their nationality and religion. It hurts Hispanic citizens who will face the bigots who feel empowered by a Commander and Chief who not only refuses to condemn but provokes and supports racist violence.

I have been given the privilege that it’s unlikely that having Trump as president will have an disastrous impact on my life and because of that it’s tempting to choose a self-righteous path and not support Hillary because I disagree with her on a multitude of issues, but with that privilege comes an important responsibility to protect those who will be most impacted by a President Trump.

dustonmyscreen  asked:

How did you react when you found out who won the election?

But in all seriousness, I was devastated. I was rooting for Hillary, who in her (I believe) third debate, said that she would create a path to citizenship for immigrants.

On the other hand, Trump, as you all know, has said that he wants to deport illegal immigrants. You can see which choice I favor.

I’ve built a life here. I’ve lived here for 16 years. My family, friends, career, hobbies…They’re all here. And feeling like that could all be ripped away from me is…Not good. I feel unsafe, unwated, and like I don’t belong somewhere I’ve called home for basically my entire life.

hey sorry but:

i don’t get how ppl tell me to not worry so much about my family members getting deported?? unless u urself have undocumented family members u literally have 0 say as to if people who do should or should worry because?? my parents have been here for 24 years and have built a whole family for themselves and have integrated themselves in a community they struggled to build and now all of their hard work is going to waste because some asshole politicians are mad that ‘they’re taking away our jobs’ and shit when?? my mom busts her own ass working as a house cleaner for rich white people and my dad, who can’t even work right now because he underwent a bad accident that leaves him disabled for at least a year, is a landscaper who had to literally go on a scavenger hunt for any job he could find. i don’t think rich, entitled white people exactly look for these jobs, if not ask immigrants to do these sorts of jobs FOR THEM. of course im going to fucking worry because im still a minor and if my parents get deported i’d have to be handed off like some pawn to another family member, which won’t be any better because most of my family ARE undocumented?? even if most posts that say raids are happening are over exaggerated, i still worry because i HAVE to worry about these sorts of things. not because i WANT to worry.
don’t tell me to not fucking worry when literally this is my life and i have no choice but to deal with it every. single. day.

“Without papers, without any permission, I arrived, just to save my own life, So I could continue my dreams, so I could help my family.”

–Maria, an undocumented Honduran teenager who fled her home country for the United States after gang violence threatened her life. 

I’m working with domestic violence victims and undocumented immigrants this summer so my office is in a secret location and for the first time in my life I’m realizing the gravity of the work I’m about to do. 

And even though I was born here in the United States, I still get messages on here and people in real life calling me an “illegal” and questioning my citizenship, and here’s the thing, being called an “illegal” doesn’t make me upset due to people thinking I am here illegally for the most part (slightly it does still piss me off) but it’s the fact that they are trying to belittle me by calling me an “illegal”, when there is literally nothing wrong with the people who are undocumented immigrants.