Eyewitness to Kids in Cages
In the beginning of March, I traveled to my birthplace of Dallas, Tejas. I made the difficult decision to travel and visit family after two years. I have always possessed conflicting feelings about what returning “home” means to me. In a state that historically was part of México and tries to erase this fact. On land historically belonging to indigenous people that was stolen. I am reminded of the quote, “We didn’t cross the border, the border crossed us.” Yet, the racist politicians in power fight to keep those who have been forced to migrate due to U.S. imperialist invention from seeking refuge. As immigrants and Xicanos being told and made to feel that we do not belong. A state that loves our “culture” but in the same vein demands that we only speak English.
