“Ice: water frozen solid
ICE: Immigration Customs Enforcement”
La Santa Cecilia’s lead singer, La Marisoul, showcases her breathy, resonant voice through this song. The song is delivered was such sincerity, such reality, it has been hard to budge from my consciousness.
It tells the story of Eva, who cleans home for a living with fear in her heart.
of Jose, who was a taxi driver once upon a time and now drives an old truck
of children and parents who never see each other
and of Martha, the story of a dreamer, a story that reminds me too much of my daily struggle:
Martha llego de niña y sueña con estudiar [Martha came as a little girl and dreams of studying]
Pero se le hace dificil sin los papeles [But it’s a made difficult without papers]
Se quedan con los laureles los que nacieron aca [The laurels stay with those born here]
Pero ella nunca deja de luchar [But she never gives up fighting].
for the entire lyrics, visit the #Not1More campaign for keeping undocumented families together.
Because of the recent Boston bombings, details of an immigration bill have been cut short. The sneak peaks I’ve heard have come to me like a pack of ice for a wound that needs proper bandaging. And so, I have to remind myself that my society is one with rules and regulations. There is a procedure for everything. From living to dying.
Citizenship is a process.
A lot of the opponents to a pathway to citizenship, even one that takes 13 “short” years, argue that offering this choice rewards rule breakers. Rule breakers should be deported, fined, punished.
But I believe fear and abuse have been punishment enough. Being told you’re life is illegal is punishment enough. Being denied access to higher education is enough. And it angers me that any country–my America, where I’ve grown up–could ever belittle a human.
It is mind-blowing.