...unless you're deported, that is.
I was born a citizen, so I can't rightly say that I know the desperation that many in my community face, but I am familiar with it. I see it every day at work, and I am always torn between the part of me that knows that rules are meant to be followed, and the part of me that knows I'd do whatever it took to get my family a better life. I can't fault any of these people for trying any more than I can fault the people that want their town back for taking action.
I'm going to VA for a visit later this month, and it's sad to see that the old neighborhood as I knew it is gone, and who knows if it will ever return to what it was. The family in Peru is all grown, spread, and it doesn't quite feel so bad to leave there anymore because it doesn't quite feel like home any more. What do these people do, sent to a home country their children never knew, and that now feels alien to them? Do the people of Prince William County really think that their life pre-immigration was a crime-free idyll?
There is nothing as sobering as the passing of an era, knowing that you are a relic of it and trying, through whatever means necessary to hold on to it or turn back the hands of time. At times I can be flip about it, but really: what a tragedy this is for all involved, what a shame that we can't work out a mutually beneficial solution that takes into account that no one occupies another's space without leaving something behind, and taking something with them when they go.
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I can fault the people for taking action. The rules that are meant to be followed are but a grown-ups game of king of the hill. However, to fully view it in that light would being about an unmeasurable despair; to think that we still haven't learned to get over ourselves. I am not blind to the reality of it though.. many things are still clinging to their original frameworks. Looking at history however; I would think that it's only a matter of time before people's attitude towards perceived outsiders change for the better.
The notion of going home again, a teary sentiment indeed. It was not many years ago when it hit me... No more place to go.. You are home. The bridge burns behind us as we move farther and father along and no you can't go back. Mommy doesn't have a room for you anymore. Daddy is living his own life.. your grandparents have new grandkids to spoil.. no one is going to tuck you in at night anymore... Those best friends who you explored the world with are lost forever to time and memory leaving in their place strangers with a familiar glint in their eyes..
Who will remember the big-wheel races and the stick-sword fights in the alleyways when you are dead? Who will know about that old fort... or who will hear again the sound of your grandmother calling you in for supper and your grandfather offering some wizened insight for his days passed?
Who do you turn to when you have questions? Who will come and get you from the hospital when you are sick? Who will be there to comfort you when you are weeping?
God I love making myself depressed at work in the morning..
The notion of going home again, a teary sentiment indeed. It was not many years ago when it hit me... No more place to go.. You are home. The bridge burns behind us as we move farther and father along and no you can't go back. Mommy doesn't have a room for you anymore. Daddy is living his own life.. your grandparents have new grandkids to spoil.. no one is going to tuck you in at night anymore... Those best friends who you explored the world with are lost forever to time and memory leaving in their place strangers with a familiar glint in their eyes..
Who will remember the big-wheel races and the stick-sword fights in the alleyways when you are dead? Who will know about that old fort... or who will hear again the sound of your grandmother calling you in for supper and your grandfather offering some wizened insight for his days passed?
Who do you turn to when you have questions? Who will come and get you from the hospital when you are sick? Who will be there to comfort you when you are weeping?
God I love making myself depressed at work in the morning..
I'm pretty sure that despite what the People In Charge are thinking, what they've managed to do is produce another ghost town.
Unless they're planning on shipping a few thousand blacks in to liven the place up. (Or a few thousand CIA suits, for that matter.)
One can only hope that the People In Charge won't be in charge for much longer for this kind of idiocy - though more likely everyone who would vote against them will have moved away to escape a dying town.
Unless they're planning on shipping a few thousand blacks in to liven the place up. (Or a few thousand CIA suits, for that matter.)
One can only hope that the People In Charge won't be in charge for much longer for this kind of idiocy - though more likely everyone who would vote against them will have moved away to escape a dying town.
Atomicflea wrote:
...unless you're deported, that is.
I was born a citizen, so I can't rightly say that I know the desperation that many in my community face, but I am familiar with it. I see it every day at work, and I am always torn between the part of me that knows that rules are meant to be followed, and the part of me that knows I'd do whatever it took to get my family a better life. I can't fault any of these people for trying any more than I can fault the people that want their town back for taking action.
I'm going to VA for a visit later this month, and it's sad to see that the old neighborhood as I knew it is gone, and who knows if it will ever return to what it was. The family in Peru is all grown, spread, and it doesn't quite feel so bad to leave there anymore because it doesn't quite feel like home any more. What do these people do, sent to a home country their children never knew, and that now feels alien to them? Do the people of Prince William County really think that their life pre-immigration was a crime-free idyll?
There is nothing as sobering as the passing of an era, knowing that you are a relic of it and trying, through whatever means necessary to hold on to it or turn back the hands of time. At times I can be flip about it, but really: what a tragedy this is for all involved, what a shame that we can't work out a mutually beneficial solution that takes into account that no one occupies another's space without leaving something behind, and taking something with them when they go.
I was born a citizen, so I can't rightly say that I know the desperation that many in my community face, but I am familiar with it. I see it every day at work, and I am always torn between the part of me that knows that rules are meant to be followed, and the part of me that knows I'd do whatever it took to get my family a better life. I can't fault any of these people for trying any more than I can fault the people that want their town back for taking action.
I'm going to VA for a visit later this month, and it's sad to see that the old neighborhood as I knew it is gone, and who knows if it will ever return to what it was. The family in Peru is all grown, spread, and it doesn't quite feel so bad to leave there anymore because it doesn't quite feel like home any more. What do these people do, sent to a home country their children never knew, and that now feels alien to them? Do the people of Prince William County really think that their life pre-immigration was a crime-free idyll?
There is nothing as sobering as the passing of an era, knowing that you are a relic of it and trying, through whatever means necessary to hold on to it or turn back the hands of time. At times I can be flip about it, but really: what a tragedy this is for all involved, what a shame that we can't work out a mutually beneficial solution that takes into account that no one occupies another's space without leaving something behind, and taking something with them when they go.
That is sad, I wish the system weren't so ****** up and these people could find the home they are looking for. I also realize that there are rules for a reason. I don't back just grandfathering everyone in, but I do think that we should have better programs for these people, less red tape and maybe some kind of work program. I hope these families that are splitting up will be reunited soon.
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