What do you think these kids will feel about the United States if they ever leave the cages? If you have been listening to the news, you have heard about these children being placed in a large cage with other kids. Given a pee bucket and a sliver blanket staying and sleeping with other kids. Some kids, as I understand from the news and those who feel safe enough to speak about the conditions. I feel bad for them unable to do anything like foster home some. I try not to think that all this started with Presentient Obama. Anyway, the Kids are not always checked for illnesses, they have to be severely sick in order to get good medical attention. The guards complain that the kids cry all night wanting to see their parents.
I remember, when I was 6 or 7 years old. My parents and all of us who could carry a hoe, were working out in the fields, thinning beet plants. We saw immigration vans stop by. They questioned my parents and took me and my brother, forced us into the van. I remember crying. My Mom was crying which made me even more scared.
I remember getting separated from my brother after we got to this very large building. I was placed in a room with white kids in wheelchairs, some were on the floor, crawling towards me. I cried the whole time I was there. Except when I was offered some food. I felt I was there for days, but it was just one day, which felt to me like a lifetime. I just cried for my parents and kept asking where’s my brother? No one would tell me. I saw these kids in wheelchairs and kids on the floor coming towards me. I later found out; I was placed there because I did not speak English.
I was so afraid they were going to eat me, when I saw them crawling toward me, trying to touch me. I remember in my nightmares; I was lying in a stretcher covered with a light blanket and when someone like a doctor comes in, uncovered me and starts cutting parts off me to feed others, and they kept me alive for body parts. I saw myself with one arm, one foot and one leg, and other pieces of me missing.
Finally, one of my older sisters came after me and she took me home. This has been one of the other experiences I will never forget. Of course, it was a law that all kids should be in school at my age. We didn’t know why. I was terrified. Now I am traumatized. I will never forget this experience.
Now, I am unable to work with the Developmentally Disabled. Sub-consciously, I freak out! I get anxiety and sometimes I can’t breathe. It must be part of my trauma of when all this happened to me.
I do not like what is happening, I have written my congressmen. How in humane is this? Maybe the new presentient will change things. I pray for these children and send them the white divine light of all their angels and mine.