Are there a lot of states where illegal immigrants are treated at the hospital for free? Just curious. Mig had to go to the ER last year and we estimate we’ll be paying on it for the next six years. They didn’t mention any free services then.
Maybe I should stay away from this thread. I’m one of the few who live the life on this board but it’s so personal it’s actually painful. We’ve fought long and hard only to find out the only real hope we have is through our daughter, and that will only happen when she’s 21. Anchor babies my ASS. I don’t make enough to sponsor him. He’s almost completely uneducated (however he speaks perfect english and reads it pretty well) and has no special skills. For him it’s not just easy, so far it’s been impossible, and we’ve paid professionals for that disappointing news.
He came here at twelve to work, after having worked in Mexico since he was eight. He went to school one year. He hasn’t seen his family since then. Yes, he sends money home. About 100 a month on good months. His mother is destitute. There is no work for her there. She gave him to an orphanage when he was five. That was 25 years ago and it’s no better now. They live in a shack out there. It has no electricity or running water.
When Mig was working “in bricks” (I think he was loading wheelbarrows with bricks as a helper) at twelve, someone from the US was rounding up young guys to work tobacco. He was brought to Virginia, where he was treated like a slave. Well, to me I think he WAS a slave. He had to escape. THe group he was with was told they couldn’t leave or INS would shoot them. After grueling months of hard labor and little food he got out, made it to Florida and picked tomatoes for several years. While he was there, an American in a suit with a briefcase full of papers came to their area and offered to get them papers, claimed he was an immigration attorney and for several hundred dollars he could get them green cards. Mig paid, got some papers he thought were legit (I think he was around seventeen at the time) and assumed he was legal for many years. People always took his ID and green card. Nobody questioned whether it was fake until he was 24, when I met him. We worked in construction together for almost a year, fell in love and moved in together. I didn’t know he was an illegal immigrant until I was 2 months pregnant and he got fired from the company we’d worked for because they said his card was fake. I’d never seen it before then. It was the fakest looking “social security card” ever.
I loved him by then. We had a child. We are a family. I can’t change the past, I can only have hope for the future. I have seen so much injustice in my country it’s shameful. Mig’s treated like shit here, and he loves this country more than most people I know. It’s his HOME. He works six or seven days a work if he can find it, as a day laborer. Many days he’ll work ten hours for fifty dollars. He has a few regular clients who treat him better, pay him a little more, but it’s gotten much worse lately. Last fall his brother, who has been working tomatoes for years, was half beaten to death and robbed. Mig went to FLorida and brought him back to live with us. It didn’t take long for me to see he was “special”. I don’t know, maybe what my little girl has. Sensory processing issues. He has a badly repaired cleft lip so his speech is bad even in Spanish and I don’t think he’s capable of learning English. Maybe. I’m trying.
These are two good guys among many good guys. My little girl goes to school with whole families I know are illegal. We’ve had them in our home. They’ve given us clothes for Bella and invited us to birthday parties. They’re good people. We’ve encountered some really awful people too, some illegal, some not. I don’t think immigration status makes a bit of difference in the compassion of a person, so I try to be as compassionate myself. Every person should be judged on their own merit.
I want to write more but today we’re celebrating Anselmo’s birthday. He doesn’t know how old he is, but he knows he was born on a saint’s birthday. He’s never had a party until today.
I don’t know, I just thought…what the hell? Never once in almost thirty years has anyone given him a birthday present? It blows my mind.
I hope I haven’t broken any rules here talking about my life. If so, I’m sorry, I’ll take my warning and say no more.