Mr. Speaker, the following are stories of individuals affected by our nation's broken immigration system: Story 1: I came to this country in 1980 with the desire that all immigrants have--to seek better opportunities. I worked very hard to…
Mr. Speaker, the following are stories of individuals affected by our nation's broken immigration system:
Story 1: I came to this country in 1980 with the desire
that all immigrants have--to seek better opportunities. I
worked very hard to make my way in this country. I had the
opportunity to apply for residency, thanks to the amnesty by
President Ronald Reagan and the laws of this country. I
presented the evidence required by the immigration process
and my request was approved, giving me the temporary
residence and my social security number.
After two years, I had to change from temporary residence
to permanent residence, so I just had to request the change
of status at any immigration office. I even was able to
travel to Ecuador, and Immigration stamped my passport. Then,
because my process was done in New Jersey but I had moved to
Miami for personal reasons, in 1990 I went to the Immigration
office in Miami. Since then, I have been subjected to
negligence by Immigration. Instead of giving me the permanent
residence, they just put a sticker to validate my temporary
residence for one year more. That happened again the
following year, and the third consecutive year after that.
Then, they didn't want to give me the residency, because they
said that LULAC cases in Miami had been fraudulent, to which
I responded that actually my case had been in New Jersey.
They said that I had to bring my case from New Jersey to
Miami, which took three more years After that, I started
wondering what was wrong with my case. They always responded
to me with endless excuses: a fire took place at an
immigration office and a lot of information was damaged,
paperwork became too backed up when they had to put all the
information of all cases in a computer system, elections were
taking place, I needed to complete and return another form
and get fingerprinted. I completed and returned the form,
then I was fingerprinted and had to wait more. I trusted the
agents of this country and the laws, so I waited and waited.
They asked me to fill out another form and so on and on. I
sent three forms and fingerprints but nothing happened.
Then the attacks on September 11, 2001, happened, which
made things worse. There was no news at all. An executive
order by President George Bush was released, ordering that
immigration documents should be given to people who got
Reagan's reform. I presented it and nothing happened. I
called two or three times every months asking about my case
and nothing happened. I was told that the process took up to
six months, but I already had spent two years waiting and
nothing. In 2005, I found out about a brain tumor through my
medical exams. I received surgery and after that I couldn't
work so I lived in a critical economic situation. I lost
everything I had. That same year, there was another executive
order request to resolve immigration cases because of the
many complaints from victims of the immigration service. I
sent documentation by mail to the correct address and on
time, and they rejected it three times. I found an honest
lawyer that took the case (pro bono, because of my financial
situation), and from there I had legal representation. We
sent copies of the pages with the LULAC law, and we always
got negative responses, so we filed appeals but received
again negative responses. They asked me for proofs that were
impossible to find after 23 years, but nevertheless I was
able to find some. All of this just to make me lose the hope
of solving my case.
In the last response not only did they deny my case, but
also they took away my temporary residence. I demand my
permanent residency and a path to citizenship without more
delay, because I have tried for over 24 years with my
residency, in the name of God, Jehovah, and the signed and
executed laws of this country. Don't allow injustice to win
in this country. You are politicians first for this country.
Story 2: Alex came here when he was very young. He's from
Honduras. Honduras is a very poor country. His family is very
poor, but he speaks fairly fluent English. He came here to
get a better life. There's no work in Honduras and very high
crime. He came here when he was probably 17 or 18 years old.
He hitched rides on trains, travelling on boxcars with only
the clothes he had and no money. So, he basically crossed
three countries, I believe Honduras, Guatemala, Mexico. When
he got to this country, of course he came here illegally, but
he ended up in Virginia and he then went to Knoxville,
Tennessee. During the time he was in Virginia and Tennessee,
he was greatly exploited by people who had him working for
them. He was all alone. He had no relatives and did not know
anyone here in the United States. He met a girl, who was
maybe four or five years older than him. She already had one
child by a man from Honduras. She and Alex hooked up together
and she got pregnant by Alex. They came down here to
Pensacola after Hurricane Ivan, that's when I met Alex. By
that time, he had married the girl. They had her child, and
two children that they had together.
Alex was a great worker. I met him, actually, through a
neighbor who he had worked for. So, we became friends. For a
while there, I was in a wheelchair and Alex took care of me.
He's just an incredible person. He just seems to have been
born knowing what to do with children. He was a great father.
He was great with older people and with people who have
disabilities. He loved animals; he was constantly rescuing
animals.
He came home one day, and when he got out of his car to
walk into his house a police officer or sheriff's deputy, I'm
not sure which, approached him and asked him for his ID and
driver's license. He did not have a driver's license. He did
have a previous traffic violation that he had not paid, again
it was probably for driving without a license, so he was
arrested. When he was taken to the Escambia County Jail,
within a week, the ICE came through the jail making a sweep,
looking for undocumented people, and they found Alex. From
that time, Alex never got out of jail. He served a sentence,
a short sentence for the traffic violation. He was
subsequently sent to prison or a holding area in Texas where
they incarcerate undocumented people. In the mean time, he
had had another baby before he got arrested, so now they had
three children and the little baby was only about, maybe,
four months old at that time. As a result of Alex not being
around to help financially take care of the children, his
wife had a nervous breakdown and could not take care of the
children and so she turned them in to foster care. The foster
care mother, who got the children, I believe, got them with
the full intent of adopting them because she knew these
children from their nursery school. Alex has not seen his
children since, and this has been about two and a half years
ago. But, what he did do is he tried every way he could to
get his children back; to get his children allowed to go to
Honduras with him. He wrote numerous letters to his children.
He sent those letters to me and I would send them to an
attorney who was supposedly representing him in a dependency
case. It became obvious to me that the foster mother was not
letting the children read the letters that Alex wrote to
them. He also was not allowed to call the children. She did
not want him talking to his children, so he was not allowed
to talk to them on the phone, they were not allowed to see
his letters, he was not allowed to have any communication
with his children. He eventually got deported. He continued
trying to get his lawyer here to help him communicate with
the children and to get a home study done there in Honduras
in order for him to get his children back.
What I'm going to read are some letters to give you an
example of the types of letters he wrote his children. After
he was deported, he came back to the United States again. He
came back on a train, hiking trains, riding on boxcars, going
through three countries, no money, just the clothes on his
back. He crossed the border and was apprehended by the border
guards within minutes, so again he was in jail. But he came
back only for one reason, and that was to get his children. I
believe that was his only hope of getting his children back,
was coming back to the United States.
It says, in beautiful writing, stylized writing, it says,
``I love you,'' it says, ``with all my heart. You are in my
mind. I'm trying to be with all of you. But it's only me and
God. I hope these people here let me stay with you because I
really want and love you all. I hope you all like this.
Kisses, hugs, love, your papa.'' I can't read anymore.
So, that's all I'm going to read, Alex.
Alex: Yeah, I know and I've been thinking about them and
this thing, you know. But, there's nothing I can do, so maybe
I'll see them one day
Well, I don't know what we can do, but we certainly are
going to let people know what happened to you, okay?
Alex: Yeah And, hopefully, we can do something with your
book, and at least, maybe one day, when they're older, I
believe they will find you and this book. They will know how
much you love them and that you fought for them and what you
went through to get them back.
Story 3: My story begins in 1998 when my mom and my three
sisters decided to come, well, my mom decided that we all
would come to the United States as a result of my little
sister being sick. We did not have the money to cure her. She
needed surgery and stuff. I was in high school and had no
money for college, even though education was one of the
things that made my mom determined that we come to America.
So then I came to Mexico with my mom and my three sisters. In
1998 we crossed through Arizona and arrived in Florida about
two weeks later. When I got here, the obvious thing was for
me to study. My goal was always only to collect enough money
to pay my university in Mexico. Once we got here we found
work, but I had an accident about three months after I got
here and then for a while, like a year and a half, I had to
go and live in Colorado with my brother because I could not
work. I had an accident at work and I never got compensation
or anything. I have hands that do not work very well, mostly
my fingers, because I had to have a transplant in my hands
because I lost part of my bones and tendons in the accident.
There are many who are injured on the job and are entitled to
be served, to receive therapies and receive a salary. But at
the time I was a child, I was 18 if I remember correctly, and
I had not filed an application. It was just one of those jobs
where you say you go, then the company denied that I had
registered, but I said, ``If I was taken from there, the fire
department took me out of work,'' but I did not have
insurance, I did not have a social worker to help me, I had
no one. I had to pay all expenses. I did not know the
language or the laws. I came across a social worker when I
was in the hospital and they told me that if I tried to do
something with the company all that would happen was that
I would be deported. What remained was a deep depression
after the accident because I could not work and was in
therapy for over a year. But I still had the dream of
wanting to study. Then I had to learn to deal with my
condition, not being stuck at this point. Since my
accident, I could not carry heavy things when I was at
work, but I still had to work. I try to do everything with
one hand because I cannot put much weight on the other
hand. Right now I live with someone and I have two small
children, one age six and one four, and I live with my
sister. All my immediate family is in the United States.
My mom passed away about twelve or thirteen years ago and
is buried here in Florida. I say deport me if I'm not
going to have even the right to visit the grave of my
mother. This is not politics, these are human lives. Maybe
I do not speak perfect English, or write perfect English,
but my life is in this country. If I were deported to
Mexico I will be foreign in that country, because I
already have been living here for many years. I have no
family there, it's like I will be tossed into a city I do
not know. My sister took care of her residence when my
brother-in-law married her. I have a U.S. citizen sister
who was born in this country, and my other sister, Andrea,
was still a minor when my mother died. Of all my siblings,
I am the only one who does not have legal status. I have
an application but that supposedly takes many years and I
have gotten no response. This is not politics; we are
human beings of flesh and blood. For many it is very easy
to say why we came here illegally, they don't see the need
to leave our home countries. They do not know what it is
to have someone get sick and not have to medicine. They do
not know what it is to go three days without eating. This
is not politics, these are human lives.
Story 4: I came to the United States 13 years ago. I am
undocumented, I have two kids, one who was born here. I'm
with my husband. We fled from Nicaragua because even though
the Sandinista government was in power, there was still a
threat from the mobs, and our lives were in danger. It's for
that reason that we decided to come to this country. We asked
for political asylum, for which we were denied, because
according to the United States, Nicaragua has a democracy,
which is not true. Everything is limited by the Sandinista
government. I say yes to citizenship and yes to immigration
reform, because I feel a part of this great nation, because I
pay my taxes, because my daughters have adopted this
lifestyle, because my country doesn't have economic
priorities, it doesn't enjoy democracy as it should be. For
those reasons I would like immigration reform. I say yes to
citizenship so I have the ability to buy my house, so I can
keep studying, so that I don't have to be nervous to keep
driving without a license, so that I don't have to keep
having to fear if my husband with come back or if it will be
the last day that we see him. I ask the legislators to give
us the opportunity for a new path to citizenship.
Story 5: I've been living here for 23 years. I came from
Mexico and I've worked very hard in this country. I left
ahead of my family in Mexico. Here too. I'm tired of living
in the shadows. I have a son who is an American citizen, and
I thought that when he turned 21 we could ask immediately,
but that not the case because we came here illegally. I say
yes to citizenship, for everyone like me that has worked
hard, that pays their taxes and that haven't asked the
government for anything. I say yes to give us an opportunity
to move forward.
Story 6: I have 23 years here, and I like that Rep. Dennis
Ross is making laws here that bring people hired from Mexico
to here. That doesn't benefit me because I've been here for
23 years and I want to help people who are here, not the ones
that are going to come. I say yes to reform for the 11
million undocumented people that are here. I'm going through
a problem with immigration. I have for kids who are citizens
here, I have my house, I pay taxes. Unfortunately, if there's
no solution by May 7th, I'll be deported. I ask Denis Ross to
support me with a green card or papers so that I won't be
deported, because I want to see my family united, I don't
want to be separated from my kids so they're not left on
their own.
Story 7: I'm Cuban and I come from the Apopka Farmer's
Association. My goal in participating in the caravan because
I am also an immigrant, even though it's legal, but I'm an
immigrant, my main goal is to support people who are illegal
and are fighting for immigration reform. I understand that
they have come here for work, to give to this country, and
when I think of all of them that have come to contribute to
the society of the United States, they deserve the
right to be a legal citizen.
Story 8: I'm saying yes to citizenship. I'm a social
worker. As a social worker at Hialeah hospital, I came in
contact with a victim of domestic violence. The woman, I
spoke to her, listened to her, built trust with her and I was
able to connect her to a women's shelter. She was, during our
conversation, she was very scared of having contact with the
police because she was undocumented, and it was, you know, I
worked with her and at the end I was able to connect her to
the women's shelter. Her abuser was, he was a citizen, a
Cuban-American or a Cuban citizen, and he would manipulate
her because of her immigration status.
Story 9: Hello, I am saying yes to citizenship and yes to
immigration reform for illegal immigrants here in the United
States. I am a United States citizen and my parents are
illegal immigrants. They've been in this country for about 23
years, 24 years, and usually, I was born in Oregon, and
usually at the age of 21 I believed I would be able to grant
them a path to citizenship. When I turned 20, I started
investigating and talking with lawyers to see how they would
be able to get that accomplished and it turns out that it
wasn't that easy, wasn't that simple and I wasn't able to get
them a path to be a resident, to go ahead with this process
to become a US citizen. It didn't work. I'm just, I've been
time and time again, for every lawyer, kind of lawyers,
immigration lawyers, everything, to marches of, to say yes to
immigration reform and I just feel like right now is the
right time to just keep pushing forward and I say yes to all
the families and everyone. We the immigrants, most
immigrants, everyone's an immigrant in the United States, and
it's just hurtful that those immigrants make up part of this
economy and help with the economic growth and to keep taking
these parents away from their children and keep separating
families, it's not the way this country was built and I'm
just calling to say that I'm saying yes to immigration reform
and yes for a pathway to citizenship for all illegal
immigrants.