Ideas | Now I have a green card. But am I welcome?


If I want to be or remain, I have lived in the drought and humanitarian disparities between the poor and the bad of the migrants. If I have been badly off school, or learning English more quickly, I was satisfied with what was expected of me, at least. If I was one of the men, I was one of the best, one of the immigrants most asked, "Why you letters? "

The last step in the green card trimming system was to return to El Salvador, where I was 19 years old. I have to take a medical exam and interview with the US Embassy. In other words, to get legal rights to remain in the United States, safely away from the country I am 9 years old, I have returned to that country. I've raised five times as much wood I was there for one month.

While I was in El Salvador in June, I was waiting for interview, The Trump Truster policy for the distribution of children to their parents it was very large. I was with the grandfather. In the morning I went to see my email. I did not look at days. Someone has sent a story story: "We have a orchestra here," the words of the borderline bordeaux described in an article released by ProPublica.org. I'm better than trying to keep the link, but I've done it. His grandchildren went to the market and brought back tamales, elephants, queso fresco. He never let me go to the market. Little girls in the noise and the noise of other children On the recording was the coldest cold I did not stop. My door is open and is not closed since.

On River River, enjoyed at the end of the summer, green pockets inside my pocket, my friends asked how to define America. We tried to come up with definitions, but they seemed short.

I remember waiting for my number to call the US embassy in San Salvador. G44. Three straps are pushed into the classroom, emerge from the road to the scene of the interview. Green card applications for green card applications. One yellow card for another visa. And the black color of the visitor visa. We followed you in the open space where we can see the rest of the room, visitors and other visas, to continue the interviews. I was waiting for one hour, then another, called G44. I tried to set up when I watched people confronted the officers or they simply shouted at their embassy, ​​after the same colorful colors they worked on earlier. I think all of them were denied, and I wondered how much they would try to leave in another way.

It was wonderful to keep up the good news of my visa and now my resident, along with the increase of the Trumpet president and his hosting counterparts. I can not still vote until I am a citizen. This possibility is not true for another five years.

I think the closest to the United States is a sense of security and safety. As this card is in my pocket, I must feel safe, or at least surviving, but not really. It's not when people have legal documents that have stopped ICE. It's not when the president is leading the issue of Article 14. It's difficult for me to accept that I have, and I've got a lot of fun, "American dream," something that means today.

Javier Zamora is the author of "Unaccompanied," a poem.

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