American Dreams

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know of a high school student who didn’t go to the hospital when his leg was broken, because he feared that his family would be deported.

I know of a farmer who would call immigration to deport his workers so he wouldn’t have to pay their summer wages.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I’ve shivered in the predawn chill with migrant workers waiting to pick strawberries for a few dollars and a plywood bunk bed.

 

It is time for our laws to become just to those who have fed us while struggling to feed themselves. 

It is time to end this  nightmare for the dreamers.  –  Shan