Showing posts with label illegal immigration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illegal immigration. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

The Feminist Cruise: Part Three
Shipboard Classes

by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

Our cruise across the Caribbean included two full days at sea, one heading toward Central America and the other as we were returning to Florida. We had three sets of workshops during those days, each permitting cruisers to choose between two or three options. On most other days we would have one or two workshop sessions.

I attended a couple of workshops that dealt with the subject of immigration, of which the most memorable was hosted by a professor from the University of Texas at El Paso. Her topic was on the "feminicidios" (femicides) or "las muertas de Juárez" (the dead women of Juarez). The professor talked about how American companies were building factories in Mexican border cities, like Juarez, as a result of the North American Free Trade Act (NAFTA) - where they could take advantage of low wages and no worker protections. Immigrants from across Mexico and Central America came north to work in these factories, and many of those workers were young women. Juarez was witnessing a large number of these women being raped (often by groups of men) and murdered, and the authorities weren't actively engaged in investigating the murders or even admitting that there was a problem. The lesson was that economic necessity can bring people into dangerous situations, and that neither the Mexican government nor the American employers could not be relied upon to guarantee safety to the poor.

I listened to Delores Huerta talk from the floor about immigrant struggles, and her experiences in helping to found the United Farm Workers Union with Cesar Chavez. Ms. Huerta is truly an American legend. She is older now (with eleven grown children) but still very active and very vocal. She also talked about the plight of female prisoners in America, many of whom are serving longer sentences than men convicted of the same crimes. I was able to have a private conversation with Delores about an elderly lady that I know who is confined to a wheelchair and living in a California prison. She is totally harmless, but prisons in America aren't about public safety, they are about vengeance.

Another memorable workshop involved the showing of a new film on the history of the women's suffrage movement in the United States. I don't remember the name of the film, but Alice Paul was the central focus, and it was very engrossing. One older lady at the showing had an expensive coffee table book on the suffrage movement, and she passed her book around asking each of us to sign it.

Eleanor Smeal, Kim Gandy (President of the National Organization of Women), and others had a panel discussion one evening on current political issues. Ms. Smeal spoke about the inherent power of controlling committees in Congress. At that time the Democrats had a one-vote majority in the U.S. Senate, only because independent Joe Lieberman was caucusing with the Democrats. I heard a guest on the Chris Matthews Show say that he predicted that Lieberman would join the Republican Party soon and thus relieve the Democrats of all of their Committee Chairmanships. It took awhile to get the floor, but when I finally was able to ask about that prediction, Ms. Smeal made her own prediction - that it wouldn't happen. And it hasn't!

Eleanor Smeal spoke in a unique manner. She would begin every statement speaking slowly and deliberately, but would then begin to ramp it up before she completed her thought - almost always with an edge of anger in her voice. One was left to suspect that intensity had been a necessary component of her highly successful life.

The evening meals on the ship were also designed to be educational experiences. Through a scheduling design that nothing short of amazing, we were all moved around each evening so that we were sitting with different cruisers. The celebrities were also shuffled so that each passenger got to be at a table with each celebrity during the course of the week. One night we had been provided with wine in order to do some toasting. I'm not much of a wine fan, so I just sipped at mine during the toast, and had almost a full glass left after the activity. Kim Gandy, the NOW President was sitting next to me that evening and noticed my leftover wine. "Are you going to drink that?" I told her that I was not, and she reached over, picked it up, and downed it! When you are elbow-to-elbow with someone, they can suddenly become very real!

Another evening as we were waiting on our meal, each person at the table introduced themselves to their fellow diners. The lady preceding me was about my age, and she was travelling with her daughter-in-law-to-be. She discussed her husband who had just retired as a CEO of a large company. She discussed her son, who had just graduated from an Ivy League College, and was going into the Army as an officer. She said that while she and her husband both supported the War in Iraq initially, now that her son would be serving there, her opinion had changed. She blamed her husband for pushing their son into serving a stint as an officer in the Army. When she finally finished her "poor me" diatribe, it was my turn to talk. After informing the group that I was a social worker with the United States Army, she sputtered out, "You're kidding!" I caught a bit of a grin from the bride-to-be!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Fine Art of Passive-Aggressive Jurisprudence

by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist

Last July I wrote about a high school teacher in the Tucson area who was brought to trial on a charge of littering in the desert. It was a case that the government was not eager to present because the teacher, Daniel Millis, was not littering - and everyone knew it. He was actually doing something so heinous as to seemingly upset the balance of power in the free world - and he had to be stopped!

Daniel Millis was (and hopefully still is) a foot soldier for a humanitarian organization called No More Deaths, a group that tries to intercede and save the lives of struggling migrants as they walk across the Sonoran Desert seeking work in the United States. Daniel's crime was carrying water to the thirsty. He had placed twenty-two one gallon jugs of water out in the desert along trails often used by the migrants as they cross into this country. Ironically, he was also picking up litter as he left the water jugs.

But the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service could not let his Christian acts go unpunished, so they fished around for a crime to fit the good deed and came up with littering! Daniel declined to pay a fine for littering, and was subsequently hauled before a Federal Judge in July. The Judge heard the case, and then being cognizant of the serious split in public opinion over the matter, took it under advisement.

But now the verdict is in. Yesterday, in one of the most passive-aggressive judicial decisions in modern memory, the Federal Judge who heard the Millis case made a desperate attempt to have his cake and eat it too. He ruled that Daniel Millis was guilty - and then that same Judge promptly suspended any sentence! He did the crime, but he won't do the time - so sayeth the Judge!

Christian charity may be illegal, but at least no one is going to get crucified for trying to save lives!

Godspeed, Mr. Millis. Godspeed!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Macho!

by Pa Rock

I came across a small gem of a novel in the bookstore at the Alamo last month. The book is entitled Macho! and the author is Victor Villasenor. Macho! tells the fictional account of 17-year-old Roberto Garcia of the impoverished Mexican state of Michoacan. The action begins in the late 1960's or early 1970's when Roberto falls in with a group of Nortenos, Mexicans who go to the U.S. each spring and summer for the harvest. He travels north with them and eventually slips into the United States illegally where he makes a fortune by Michoacan standards and learns many life lessons along the way.

Macho! recounts Roberto's adventures and hard work in the United States against the backdrop of Cesar Chavez's United Farm Worker's strikes and boycotts. Roberto is there to make money and raise his family out of poverty, but, by being there, he and his companions are actually hurting the efforts of migrant union members who are trying to impact farm production and force the farm owners to pay them a decent wage. The book provides a strong sense of the balances that are in play in the delicate navigation of life.

It also provides a view of the dangers faced by those so desperate to improve their circumstances that they would walk across a wretched desert or allow themselves to be locked in the back of a hot and airless moving van in order to earn a few dollars and a modicum of self-respect. Macho! is a commentary on the immigration struggle from the time of Cesar Chavez up through the present. It is an old story, a continuing story, and could easily be tomorrow's news.

I finished this book with a much clearer picture of the cultural heritage of Mexican immigrants and the motivations that bring them north. Macho! tells a story of one very brave and ambitious young man, but he is representative of a people who desire to have a small portion of what their North American neighbors take for granted. It is a social education cloaked in a very good story.

My respect for this undocumented and vilified segment of our society has has grown as a result of reading Villasenor's fine prose. I recommend Macho! to anyone who wants to know more about the immigration issue and is not afraid to have their beliefs challenged.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Jesus to the Rescue

I heard this story on the local news last night after spending the better part of the day driving across the Sonoran Desert. It was one of those rare incidents that brought together the best and worst of mankind into one brief bit of journalism.

Christopher Buztheitner is a nine-year-old boy from Rimrock, Arizona. His father died two months ago. Christopher’s mother, Dawn Alice Tomko, took the lad camping in a remote area of southern Arizona this past week. On Thanksgiving Day as they were heading home, Ms. Tomko misjudged a curve and rolled her van 300 feet down into a canyon. She was pinned in the vehicle, but Christopher managed to climb out and begin walking in an effort to find help.

A complete tragedy was averted when Christopher was discovered and aided by a Good Samaritan. His rescuer was Jesus Manuel Cordova, 26, of Magdalena de Kino, Sonora, Mexico. Cordova took Christopher back to the wreck and tried unsuccessfully to free his mother. She died later, still pinned in the van. Cordova gave the boy his jacket, built a bonfire, and settled in for a long night in the cold desert. When morning came, he was able to flag down some hunters and Christopher’s safe rescue was completed.

Unfortunately, the story does not have a happy ending for Jesus Cordova. He happened to be in the right place at the right time for young Christopher because he was walking across the Sonoran Desert in an effort to gain illegal entry into the United States. Christopher became a temporary ward of the state of Arizona until out-of-state relatives could arrive to claim him. Jesus was turned over to the Border Patrol and promptly returned to Mexico.

Jesus Manuel Cordova did so much more than rescue a scared youngster in the desert. His humanitarian efforts also served to remind us that we are all members of the brotherhood of man, a unique place where compassion should trump hate, where commonsense should defeat fear, and where we all should be bound together by love – not kept apart by borders.

Gracias, Jesus! May your example inspire us all!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Student Activism Thrives in Tucson

by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist


Late last week a freshman showed up stoned at Catalina High School in Tucson. When school officials noticed the young man's incoherent behavior, they searched his backpack and found a substance that resembled marijuana. In accordance with the school's policy, the police were called.

So far, so good. But when the police arrived, things began to get dicey. The police called the boy's parents who, concerned about the welfare of their son, rushed to the school as most good parents would. Then, for reasons known only to them (but racial profiling leaps to mind), the police asked to see the parents' driver's licenses, whereupon they learned that the family had been residing illegally in the United States for the past six years. The police promptly notified the Border Patrol, and the father was deported the following day. This left the mother, the student, and his younger brother little choice but to follow along.

The following morning one hundred students from Catalina High got together and marched five miles to downtown Tucson in a peaceful protest of the treatment received by their classmate and his family. Their action bore results later that day when Tucson Police announced a new policy stating that they would no longer call the Border Patrol to schools or churches.

Kudos to the kids for marching those five hot miles, and kudos to the Tucson Police for respecting the big voice of those young people. Schools and churches are sanctuaries, places of support and comfort for the whole spectrum of society. When those sanctuaries are violated, a basic trust is broken and we are all diminished.

"The most efficient way to solve the immigration issue would be to build a wall around Lou Dobbs." --Pa Rock