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Revision as of 13:47, 3 September 2024 by Charhapiti (talk | contribs) (Created page with "===="I don't support illegal immigration"==== ==== "Illegal immigration always involves "human traffickers" ==== Where I live, "illegal" refers to the humans who crossed the border. As to what you refer to, where where I live, people arrive without a coyote (smuggler) but it happens but it costs about as much as a car. And people are afraid of cartels. I think most 'illegal' inmigrantes that I know simply drive across the border. And I think the ones using coyotes are u...")
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"I don't support illegal immigration"

"Illegal immigration always involves "human traffickers"

Where I live, "illegal" refers to the humans who crossed the border. As to what you refer to, where where I live, people arrive without a coyote (smuggler) but it happens but it costs about as much as a car. And people are afraid of cartels. I think most 'illegal' inmigrantes that I know simply drive across the border. And I think the ones using coyotes are usually Latin Americans, not from other countries. The main reason someone would use a coyote to cross is to evade getting detained. Once you can afford a coyote though, you might as well pay the visa fees. The currency difference between the U$ and MX is vast, so it is often out of reach, and most of the time, coyotes are drug traffickers. There are many ways to arrive here without resorting to coyotes. So what is the primary contradiction here? The imperialists.

We are sometimes referred to as "border hoppers". I was born here because someone walked across the desert on foot, and that has been a big part of my identity from since I was little. I would look at the vast area between where I come from originally and the nearby border where I lived, knowing my destiny was to cross back and complete the circle. Often, when I walked or ran distances I would think about this. Was I strong enough to be like my family? This remains a part of my consciousness.

Not everyone is looking back. Others are making the most of their life here on this side, forgetting where they came from, and that is part of the diaspora experience too. Until something wakes inside and you realize something is missing (the culture you left behind in search of a better life)...