I read that a 7 year old child died Wednesday while in custody of Border Patrol.....a 7 year old. The girl and her father had apparently been detained by Border Patrol 8 hours prior for "illegally" crossing the border. She and a group of 163 refugees from Guatemala had arrived at the border Dec. 6. They approached agents and simply turned themselves in, there was no violence, they didn't angrily demand entry, they just turned themselves in with the hopes that they would be given the opportunity to become citizens here. These people flee the desperate conditions they live in in their home countries, countries that ironically enough had events transpire in them that was spurred by our country, and several decades later the result has been economic and social conditions so horrid that millions every year flee their countries to escape the suffering.
This poor child died from a combination of shock and dehydration, and had been in custody for at least 6 hours prior to her death. It was learned the she had not eaten or had water to drink for several days, which begs the question were these people even offered anything? Are they simply being rounded up like cattle and locked away? How desperate are these people that they willingly travel thousands of miles, at times without food or water for potentially days? They're willing to sacrifice their lives for a better life for themselves and their children here. Just as any one of us who is a parent desires better than what we had for our children, they desire the exact same. The striking difference is that they've become so desperate from suffering in their home countries that they're willing to risk everything they love and hold dear.
A child...just a year younger than my older daughter, a year older than my younger. I can't imagine the pain felt by her father let alone imagine his pain if that's his only child. The main reason he risked everything is now gone, it's heartbreaking to me, and I don't know of any person who has the slightest inkling of compassion that wouldn't feel the same. Has the light that was a beacon of hope for the tired, poor, and huddled masses faded?
Richard Trotsky