Sunday, August 21, 2011

An antidote to hate

Being an American citizen married to a “documented alien in removal” has its challenges, for sure. Between reporting to Homeland Security offices in Albany twice a year, constantly worrying about how the next batch of anti-immigration laws will affect your life, and dealing with the inevitable trolls who stalk the posts of pro-immigration bloggers and insinuate that only low class, stupid and desperate women/men would marry an “illegal” alien, can turn a person’s hair silver overnight.

Now, I’ve written about the error in using the term “illegal” in referring to immigrants in the past, but it bears repeating again. Most immigrants have not done anything illegal (i.e. crossing the border without inspection nor have most of them ever committed a crime.) In fact, a substantial number of immigrants have only committed a civil violation by overstaying-- not a criminal one; based on U.S. immigration law. To elaborate: overstay is a civil violation constituting an immigrant who has remained in the U.S. after a VISA has expired. Even the term “undocumented” does not accurately describe all immigrants. For instance, my husband has all his documents (i.e. worker’s permit, passport and a social security number) so he cannot be referred to as “undocumented”. Therefore, the characterization of all immigrants without a green card as “illegal” is inaccurate.

None of my friends who blog about deportation could be characterized as low class, desperate, and especially-- not stupid. The women (and men) I have known who are dealing with separation or deportations of a spouse are the smartest, bravest, strongest and most socially aware people I know. I am proud to call them friends and am thankful that they are a part of my life…even though many miles separate us all.

The wonderful connections I’ve made to people who are going through a similar experience are one of the bright spots in the everyday struggle of dealing with deportation. A fellow blogger remarked: “the whole process of dealing with the immigration system in the U.S. is so dehumanizing that the personal connections we foster online with people going through similar situations is mentally and spiritually healing.”

It can be easy to be consumed by anger and fear when you are dealing with the possible separation of you from your spouse. I remember when Khalid and I were going through the most precarious time in our marriage; just after the denial of his second circuit court case and the deportation mandate was issued. Whenever Khalid was late getting home from work, those minutes before he walked through the door were fraught with fear, anxiety and hopelessness. I was so afraid that ICE had apprehended him at work and sent him to detention. If this had happened I would not have been notified. I would not even know where they had taken him. Perhaps I would be one of the lucky spouses that would get a call from my husband or a lawyer days later telling me where he was being held. Otherwise, it is likely that I would not know any specifics until after the deportation process was completed and he arrived in the country of his birth.

Despite all of this turmoil there are positive aspects to this situation: besides making wonderful friendships. The whole immigration system is designed to tear the American citizen and deportee apart. However, a curious thing happens. Amidst all the negativity, barricades, hateful rhetoric and discriminatory policies the bonds between the couple entwine, grow thicker and become stronger. Love stubbornly grows where hate has wrought devastation. This seems to be a universal truth.

I am aware that since my husband and I have gone through this painful process that we do not easily take each other for granted. Many of the petty annoyances that plague my friends’ relationships do not affect us. When threatened with separation you treasure every moment you spend with the other person. Precious time cannot be wasted on insignificant disagreements you will likely forget a week later. You learn to love deeply, completely and forgive easily. Indeed, this seemingly fragile love becomes the strongest antidote to hate.



7 comments:

Unknown said...

Great post. I agree with you, the bond between us has grown so much stronger. Before we had our nine months of seperation after the deportation there were always little things that we would argue about, but now it is totally different. It is amazing how much we take for granted and after those little things that you thought were bugging are gone, you start to miss them.

Kelsey said...

This is all so true and well written! I too have formed some of the greatest connections and friendships that I feel more deeply for online than a lot I have in person in my life. My "immigration" friends are the strongest, bravest women I know as well and are not to be messed with :)

Estrellita said...

Why should the thoughts of an 'anonymous' person who knows nothing about our immigration system matter one whit?

Estrellita said...

Love is an antidote to hate. One negative remark is never going to outweigh the support you have from those who enjoy your blog.

Elizabeth Brotherton said...

Thanks! It just really irks me that someone, who obviously hasn't followed my blog--or bothered to get any facts straight, has the audacity to make inferences about my husband's situation that is not true.

But I have to remember that love trumps hate every time.

Hopefully, this person will understand that someday.

Kelsey said...

I hear ya! I just don't see the point of making negative comments on anyone's personal blog! It just doesn't even make sense to me. I understand how it could get to you. it would to me to, but I'm sure you know there are the rest of us that understand you and love what you write :)

Elizabeth Brotherton said...

Thanks Kelsey. Yeah, I should have ignored it. I did delete it. I reacted and should have handled it better. I've been dealing with bullies a lot this week and suppose I was a bit punchy. I won't make the same mistake again. Thanks for your support though.

In general I have a hard time with mean-spirited people. I really don't understand what makes them tick.