Day 1: 2:48pm
As I snached a teady bear from a little girls arms I can not care less about her outburst cries. She enters into my country without permission and I am supposed to show her mercy. She is so tiny but I have to be strong for my family. Her people come in hundreds and thousands seeking refugee but how will my country support their needs. They seek jobs, shelter, and support. Our system can not even afford healthcare for everyone. It hurts me to say that I pick my own country over her people. I take her to the children’s side and direct her parents to the adults section. The little girl asks me how long will it be until she can see her parents. I am unable to answer. The truth is that I do not think she will ever see them again but I can not tell her that.
Day 2: 10:00pm
Peeping through the door there are two children waiting to come into my office to discuss their living situations. I invite each of them in and they immediately start complaining. Juanito can not help but cry because he was finally able to get through to an operative. He murmurs that he is starving and dirty. He smells of dirt and I can see the residue build up beneath his finger tips. I am in disbelief because our system is made to separate families in order to meet their basic needs until we send them back to their original homes. The tiny boys name is Jose, he does not speak much but he too smells and across his cheeks are stained with dirt. Juanito met Jose in the camp and has taken him under his wing. The two stay together to protect themselves from inside the camps. I want to help but I don’t know how. I can see in their eyes that they are telling the truth.
I quickly snap out of this thought because I know what means most to me. My country does, I send the two children back to their assigned stations and urge them to stay calm and that soon they will be taken care of.
Day 8: 1:48am
Today a wall will be built in honor of our safety. A ceremony was held today in our courtyard. Bernardo our president gave a moving speech about patriotism and loyalty. This movement is the best possible outcome for our country. We will all have a home and there will be enough jobs for all of us. No more immigrants. Days have passed since I have spoken to Juanito and Jose but not a moment passes that I do not think about their whereabouts. Are they still alive? Are they still stationed in my unit? I will never know because our system lacks a stable record of all of our undocumented immigrants.
Day 9: 6:00pm
Supplies: water, food, clothing, sleeping gear, beds.
Needs: water, food, clothing, sleeping gear, beds.
Everyday our system is failing these people and our resources are running low. Soon there will be too many to manage. If this happens mmy executive has suggested the idea that we give each group of people enough supplies to make it through the dessert in order to make the long journey back home. They made it here they have to be able to make it back. Some way families are destined to reunite so it makes sense to send these people in groups. This is wrong but there is nothing I can do, I have pledged my loyalty to my country, we are left with little options.
Day 20: 3:24pm
Our system failed, broken families, starving children, and more to be expected. I can no longer be apart of this. It is time for me to resign from my position. I will not be a bystander and watch these innocent live be wasted. We all have a right to live and this is not the way. We hold people against their will and take children away from their families. No longer will I be loyal to a tyrant.
I have chosen to make a modern twist to Mary Rowlandson’s Narrative of the captivity restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson. I decided to follow the same format as the original piece because I think it is easy to read and gives a diary approach. I chose to roleplay as an operative at the southern border for a stationed camp for immigrants. My position in this parody is not a position that I truthfully believe in and therefore should not be taken as a documentation of my political views. My position as an operative is strictly for parody purposes and are not my own beliefs. This is a situation I feel passionate about because my father is an immigrant, he came to America over twenty five years ago. This is an event that is taking place currently and until there is relief for those suffering at our borders there will be no justice. These are people with families that are being treated like bugs and diseases. My role focuses on the inhumane actions from an authoritative stand point. In this parody my character realized that her role as a loyal operative caused thousands to suffer. She knew that in her heart she had to help those that were suffering. She believed that there is a way that these people can be taken care of without entering the country. The point of my parody is to show that we can all help those that are treated unjust. We as a community must stand together, we must extend a helping hand to those in need. I think in order to be considered human we must show empathy. We must be understanding. Above all we have to be genuine.
By: Maricruz Solano