TELL ICE: DON’T DEPORT ALEX!

Tell ICE: Release Claudio from detention

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Tell ICE: Release Claudio from detention

Claudio Rojas is facing deportation to Argentina after being detained at Broward Transitional Center in Broward County, Florida. He has spent the last three months inside this detention facility, while his family continues to struggle to make ends meet fearing that Claudio may not return home. Claudio needs to be with his family! Don’t let ICE separate another family!

Please take action to stop Claudio’s deportation by making a phone call and signing the petition.



Make a Phone Call 



1. Call ICE – John Morton (202.732.3000) 



Sample Script: “I am calling to ask that Claudio Rojas (A# 892-32-994) be allowed to stay in the United States. Claudio has been living in the United States for the past 11 years. If he is deported, he would leave his family, friends, and the country he has called home behind. Claudio fits the guidelines set forth under the Morton Memo, as being considered a “low-priority” case. Don’t deport Claudio!”

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oblivious friends living obliviously

theangy:

when your own parents are dealing with things..your one complain is not making enough money for another piece of useless electronic. useless electronic. spoiled with things, trips and opportunities you don’t even need. spoiled enough to complain when you don’t get what you wanted. Because you take everything for granted. because you don’t even see the privileges you have, slapping you in the face each day. because your parents made sure to clear all the obstacles for you way before you were born. and you refuse to acknowledge any of it.

Without even realizing that there’s people around you. AROUND YOU. that can barely work and make minimum wage. that can barely earn enough to make ends meet. You complain about having to work two shifts. or on weekends. a job you legally obtained. a job you are not threatened at for being undocumented. a job where you are not denied pay for lacking papers. a job you don’t have to be secretive about. You complain about your parents not paying for your expenses. even though you work. You complain about having to ride public transportation, since your car is unavailable. have you even noticed how bratty that sounds?

It pisses me off. so much. to hear others, who are documented, complain about the lack of jobs after graduation. at the end of the day, you can get the job, any job. with the right documentation. just work your ass off. prove you’re worthy of the position. pull strings, make connections, wake up at 4am and change the path your life is at. because you can do that. because there are many paths for you to take. stop expecting the world to fucking open its doors for you because you have a college degree. because you are a citizen. stop expecting everyone around you to give you everything on a silver platter. work. work for the shit you want. because dreams aren’t wrapped up in pretty boxes, but shine in the most darkest of places.

It boils my blood. seeing others waste time, space and money in school, when someone else could gladly fill up that seat. it makes me want to cry. seeing friends of mine drop out, just because, when they had everything paid for by the state. because they rather pop bottles every weekend and work for money that goes into new clothes and shoes. can’t even help their family pay rent. or buy food. cant even help others have a chance at school. while they’re being pushed to finish school, everything handed to them. they throw it away. why? i will never understand. i understand dropping out because you just can’t afford it. i understand dropping out because you need to support yourself, your family. because school is just not for you. i get that.  because my mom did it. she didn’t finish school. and decided to raise me instead. i’m no one to judge.

It hurts even more because i’m one of these people. the one that sits there and listens to all the bullshit privileged people say. the ones who complain about the weather ruining their flight plans to their summer vacation paradise. and my summer is breaking my back trying to pay for school. or attempt to pay for it. yeah. i’m the one that has to fucking sit there and listen to bullshit. people complaining that they’re not going to visit their parents country of birth this year. i haven’t gone in 18 years. their biggest worry is not getting the present they wanted on Christmas. sitting there listening, obliviously living a life they think rotates around them and their own issues.

Sitting there taking it all. listening. listening. but not talking. because if i open my mouth i’ll yell. and say things that will offend. yell at them for being stupid. for being blind. for being selfish. for rubbing their privilege in my face with or without noticing. for making me feel like shit for not being on their level. because being undocumented has created a hierarchy within my own friends that i think only i notice half the time. For not even trying to understand wtf i feel. why the hell i cry. why organizing has kept me sane and alive. because if i open my mouth i’ll tell them all the times i was jealous of their blindness. all the times i wished they would struggle a little. not have things handed to them and see them work around it.

Sitting there listening to friends talk about how much money they blew during spring break. on trips. on hotels. on stupid shit. instead of donating to a scholarship fund. seeing them go out of their way and travel milessss on trips, but never making an effort to come to an event that’s important to me. but turn around and tell me they support me.

People that just go on with their lives, only worrying about themselves and no one else. how do you do it? how?

Undocumented & Senior in High School

I’m turning 17 this year and I’m worried for the future. Immediately after the summer, I will be a senior in High School. Most teenagers by now would be excited that their last year of high school is approaching, but I’m only filled with worry. I think about getting a job or even going to college, and the obstacles I’ll face.
It’s not the children’s fault that they’re an illegal immigrants. I was brought to the United States when I was 5 and have been here almost 12 years. It would be hard to go back to the country I was born in, as I will not have full knowledge of how to speak the language and will not know anyone there. Right now, leaving the United States is not an option.
Many people hate the fact that Dream Act is an easy answer to give citizenship for illegal immigrants. However, I’m just a victim and it is cruel how people think we are the bad guys. Illegal immigrants may not pay taxes directly to the state, but we do contribute by buying and working here.
Is there any way for me to get a green card or anything? I really hope the Dream Act passes soon for the sake of the dreams that haven’t been accomplished yet…….