It’s infuriating how casually we expect children who were brought to this country 30+ years ago to “figure it out” as adults. They were raised here. This country became their home before they even understood what borders or paperwork were. They learned how to survive, work, and contribute here because this is all they’ve ever known. And yet, somehow, we act shocked when they don’t magically know how to navigate an immigration system no one ever guided them through.
There was no early support. No roadmap. No adults explaining what would be required later in life. Just the expectation that one day they’d wake up and be legally perfect in a system designed to be confusing, unforgiving, and expensive. When mistakes happen—as they do, because they are human—we treat those mistakes as justification to banish them. One error, one misstep, and suddenly they’re told they don’t belong in the only country they’ve ever called home.
Sending someone “back” to a country they don’t know, don’t remember, and may not even speak the language of isn’t justice. It’s cruelty disguised as law and order. Especially when these individuals have spent decades contributing to our communities, working, paying taxes, raising families, and holding everything together quietly in the background. They didn’t take shortcuts—they were never given a path.
If we’re serious about fairness, we have to stop pretending this is about legality alone. It’s about responsibility. A system that raises children without support and then punishes them as adults for not knowing what they were never taught is broken. And pretending otherwise is just another way to avoid accountability. Here’s to 33 yrs Thirty-three plus years in this country is not temporary. It’s a lifetime. It’s proof of belonging, of roots grown deep, of a home built not by choice but by lived reality. At some point, time has to matter. Presence has to matter. Humanity has to matter. After 33+ years in America, this isn’t a question of “where you’re from.” This is where you’re from. Treating someone who has lived here for decades like they’re disposable is not enforcement—it’s erasure.
This is only to beginning of our journey as a family, but for people like my husband and many others this has been their journey for decades.
I stand behind these families and individuals to bring justice for their livelyhood and what is right. These people are not the people we target. Everything is not black and white. Stand together- your like, share and unity helps spread the word and keeps families together.
No more second guessing to trust a stranger or hiding behind a news channel with their agenda, we are that family you know! Make the change!
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