All Americans Owe It to Our Nation to See What’s Taking place at the Border – Red Letter Christians


Just across the U.S. border in South Texas, a couple of actions into Mexico, a young couple from Nicaragua holds their two-year-old son, who is, and will forever be, unable to make a sound from his mouth. He was not too long ago shot in the neck when inside his dwelling, one more victim of the pervasive violence in his dwelling nation.

His parents left their other youngsters with loved ones to bring him right here, to our nation, in search of refuge and a likelihood to give him a new sort of life — 1 worthy of his human possible.

That is exactly where their tragic Nicaraguan story ends, and their tragic American story starts. They reside outdoors now, 24 hours a day, seven days week, as they inhabit a newly formed ad hoc tent town for  individuals waiting for legal entry into the United States. Right now is their 67th day in the camp, wearing the very same garments, utilizing sanitary wipes to wash and walking in the very same footwear worn all through the lengthy journey.

We know this simply because we spoke with them just a couple of days ago — looked into their eyes, felt their fears, embraced their dirt-stained and weary figures.

Our simplest pleasures — warm meals, a shower, clean garments — are for other folks the stuff of a royal moment. Rabbis in Washington, D.C., we reside in the speak capital of the planet we frequently hear the stats, the stories, the fears and the injustices. But it is one thing else totally to stand in proximity to this specific, man-created brand of human suffering.

You may well wonder why two D.C. rabbis, with seven of their congregants, chose to board a plane for the Rio Grande Valley and stroll into Mexico to serve these awaiting entry into our borders.

Really merely: It is precisely simply because we are leaders driven by faith, and God, that we see ourselves as obligated to interact straight with the stories of desperate humans looking for refuge, just as the Jewish individuals did much less than 70 years ago, right here in America, and all through most of our history across the planet.

“For the majority of Americans, most of what occurs on the border continues to stay out sight and out of thoughts,” writes Francisco Cantú in “The Line Becomes a River.”

So we traveled to McAllen and Brownsville, Texas, to force on ourselves, upon our hearts, a vision of the border that would reduce by way of the endless debates that distract from simple human dignity.

It was in Brownsville, dwelling of Texas Southmost College (aptly named) and an official U.S. port of entry, that we met the young loved ones from Nicaragua, alongside a couple of dozen other folks also living outdoors a couple of feet from the walking bridge to America.

Not so lengthy ago these refugees and asylum-seekers would present themselves at our borders and declare their intent for asylum, and then enter what was currently a dysfunctional program, a veritable net of “we do not definitely want you here” communicated by way of policy and process.

But even that degree of welcome has not too long ago changed.

At the midway point of the walking bridge stand two Border Patrol agents. They quit every individual who presents, letting by way of only these who currently possess papers. Other folks, mostly would-be asylum-seekers, are sent back to Mexico. For these who do not make it across, the subsequent trial in their journey instantly starts, simply because in order to declare asylum at the border 1 will have to be selected by Mexican Border authorities to enter.

So they wait. Outdoors. 24 hours a day.  If they leave they may well not hear their name known as and could shed their likelihood to cross the bridge. Which implies, primarily, our government is knowingly building the need to have for individuals to reside in additional degradation, doubly homeless.

As we walked back more than the bridge from Mexico to Brownsville, we had a almost palpable feeling of an unearned privilege, an accident of birth, and a deepened awareness of the uniquely particular guarantee of what this nation holds for these who seek to dwell in its borders.

In a two-hour meeting with young lawyers from the McAllen workplace of the Texas Civil Rights Project, we have been supplied with details that mirrored what we had observed: Youngster separation continues, even following a presidential executive order purportedly stopped it.

Ports of entry are arbitrarily closed for days, escalating illegal border crossings. Expedited removal is becoming normalized. Border Patrol agents can now turn more than for deportation these crossing into our nation, with no their going prior to a judge, with no any due course of action.

There’s a widespread program of criminalization, commodification, and dehumanization that pervades each corner of our immigration and border apparatus. It is been this way for a lengthy time, but in the final two years the worst components of it have been exacerbated.

We are not immigration professionals, nor are we naive. We know all doors can not stay endlessly open. We realize why borders matter. But the act of adding a lot more and a lot more locks to an currently locked door is to pretty merely deny humans the likelihood to really feel their humanity.

The Talmud teaches: “Pity the 1 with no courtyard but who nonetheless builds a fence.”

In other words, added barriers with a dearth of internally constant values are morally specious. And they inevitably lead — intentionally or not — to a lot more violence, and a lot more human suffering.

Our obligation is to make this American difficulty much less distant. Please, head to the border. Most of us are separated only by an airplane flight.

Your witness matters. Your presence matters.


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