A Parent Arrivals: A Short Story
For the past twenty hours, I have been sitting on this bus, in the same position, with the rest of my AUCC group and extremely loud strangers who haven't let me sleep in peace. Considering I've made it this far, I’m still not jumping with joy to get acquainted with anyone. After all, we will only be spending two nights in D.C, why should it matter.
Soon after, we pull into the hotel and I immediately notice people of completely different backgrounds, a few are wandering around while others gather into groups, carrying on conversations. A couple of people are even struggling to communicate with one another. Surprisingly, I don’t know how I missed the sea of bright colored shirts, each unique to a group, some painted with a simple; nonetheless, …show more content…
I wanted so badly to accomplish the goal of getting the Deferred Action of Parent Arrivals passed through the Supreme Court. I considered this a failure. It quickly registers however that the fight must continue. As of four years ago, by law, I would not be able to be standing in front of you today. You see, I am a human and a female, but I am a dark skinned, black haired Latina. I am also an undocumented immigrant. I now understand there were other people that went through the same experience as I did to get the Deferred Action of Childhood Arrivals approved. Because of them, I can attend college, I can get a job, and I can be free. The fight for DACA didn’t just take one try, it took many fails and many no’s to be passed. Not only was I supporting something that could benefit many undocumented parents and help them receive some peace, but this rally also served as an encouragement for me to continue fighting for what I believe is right. Yes, in the end, the Supreme Court voted against DAPA, but yes, I would do it all over again. I as an individual have not given up yet and neither should a strong-willed community fighting for their beliefs. The fight for what I believe in is not over and it should not be over until I have become satisfied with what I
Soon after, we pull into the hotel and I immediately notice people of completely different backgrounds, a few are wandering around while others gather into groups, carrying on conversations. A couple of people are even struggling to communicate with one another. Surprisingly, I don’t know how I missed the sea of bright colored shirts, each unique to a group, some painted with a simple; nonetheless, …show more content…
I wanted so badly to accomplish the goal of getting the Deferred Action of Parent Arrivals passed through the Supreme Court. I considered this a failure. It quickly registers however that the fight must continue. As of four years ago, by law, I would not be able to be standing in front of you today. You see, I am a human and a female, but I am a dark skinned, black haired Latina. I am also an undocumented immigrant. I now understand there were other people that went through the same experience as I did to get the Deferred Action of Childhood Arrivals approved. Because of them, I can attend college, I can get a job, and I can be free. The fight for DACA didn’t just take one try, it took many fails and many no’s to be passed. Not only was I supporting something that could benefit many undocumented parents and help them receive some peace, but this rally also served as an encouragement for me to continue fighting for what I believe is right. Yes, in the end, the Supreme Court voted against DAPA, but yes, I would do it all over again. I as an individual have not given up yet and neither should a strong-willed community fighting for their beliefs. The fight for what I believe in is not over and it should not be over until I have become satisfied with what I