When I started this blog I had no idea what I was going to write about nor did I have the slightest inclination as to how often I would be posting columns of stuff. Well, It’s been 8 months, and I’m still here. And I don’t plan on going anywhere in the foreseeable future. I will keep writing about these things dear to my heart, such as eco-living life, eco-sustainable products, art (because you see, I genuinely am an art aficionado) and my journey learning to paint; My living in “Le Shack”, in a 55+ community near the beach (where by the way, we seem to have great neighbors.) That too should be getting quite interesting (and fun).
I do not wish to use this blog as a political venue. I really try not to. But, occasionally, I need to vent. It is one of those days. I’ve had enough. This is close to my heart. I am a mom. And I can but imagine how I would feel if my children were taken from me.
It is not the first time that children were taken/separated from their parents in this country. Parents of Native American children have dealt with this problem for a long time and many are still trying to figure out where their children are. This time it’s migrant kids, and it really doesn't matter whether or not these kids are legal or illegal; I do not care that they wandered into this country without the proper documentation; I do not care, because it doesn’t matter because they are children. CHILDREN. Making a 6-year old child “signing” a form stating she will be responsible for her “own safety” … after having been molested, not once, but twice … I mean is this for real? Is this who we are? Who we want to be? These stories are real. They are not fake news.
We must stand up for those who cannot do it for themselves. We cannot forget that they are CHILDREN and not bargaining pawns. It is not their fault that their parents decided to cross over illegally and we must, we have a moral obligation, make sure this does not happen again. EVER! Hiding behind the “legality” of things doesn’t always make them right! History talks.