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Above All…We Are Human Beings

I’ve spent the past days trying to put sadness and anger into coherent sentences that don’t include four letter words. This is what I’ve come up with.

I can only imagine what it must have been like, crossing the border alone at the age of 13. Hoping and wishing for a better life surrounded by love and joy. Dreams of someday becoming a vet or helping children were put on hold for Yanelli Hernandez because she had to work to provide for herself and her family.

The psychological trauma endured while crossing the border and living in the United States as an undocumented immigrant was enough to drive her into a deep depression until she saw suicide as her only way out. But it’s not just her. Thoughts many of us have contemplated. Thought many of us have put into action. Claudia felt that raising funds for her funeral was more crucial than raising funds for an education. Reyna also realized that a funeral would be less expensive than school. Joaquin Luna strongly believed there was nothing left for him here and so he committed suicide last year. Yanelli was walking on that same tightrope.

Self-medicated and under validated, she was stopped and promptly placed in a detention center. Overwhelmed, a cry for help took the shape of two suicide attempts. The detention center responded by placing her naked in confinement with a blanket. Stripped off her clothes and her dignity she was given an anti -depressant. No hugs, no shared tears, no soothing words or a warm glass of milk, no treatment, no love. nothing.

A beaten, battered and broken Yanelli hung on to one last string of hope, the folks from National Immigrant Youth Alliance (NIYA) out in Ohio. Soon enough, her story went national. Petitions, urgent calls and vigils were all in her honor, for her freedom. Pictures holding a sign that said, “I am from____ and I stand in solidarity with Yanelli” were posted all over Facebook, twitter and tumblr.

However, not everyone agreed that she deserved to stay. Not everyone agreed that she needed treatment, ICE rejected her request to stay because they thought there wasn’t any proof of a mental health illness despite her attempted suicide. Groups and media folk who so quickly answered Joaquin Luna’s suicide as a gateway to funds, media hits, interviews, photographs and intimate video montages now stayed silent about Yanelli. So many expressed regret and pain towards Joaquin, especially politicians, saying, “we should have done something earlier” “we should have got to him sooner” didn’t step up and help Yanelli.

Why?

Because years after the Dream Act’s creation, came a profile of who should benefit from it. Many forget that G.E.D holders would benefit as well. Many forget that young mothers and fathers qualify for the Dream Act. Many forget that queer undocumented youth can apply for the Dream Act when it passes. Many, only strive to stop the deportations of the “best and brightest” like Durbin says. We seem to forget that the best and the brightest also suffer from depression. That many of the warriors involved in this movement have been, or continue to be, suicidal like Viridiana from the NC Dream Team and our very own Sonia.

We seem to forget that we’re all human beings, regardless of grade point average, achievements and school involvement. We seem to forget that many of our parents didn’t even finish High School, Junior High or sometimes just have a basic elementary school education. Who are we to then turn around and say that the Dream Act needs to pass because the top percent of the class deserve it? No. Everyone deserves it.

We’ve developed this idea that Dream Act beneficiaries are the elite. And so, those are the students who’s deportation gets stopped, because no one wants to defend a youth with a criminal conviction. The “good youth” who fit the norm are the ones that deserve to be advocated for; therefore, the rest of the youth who don’t fit this image don’t get involved.

Call me liberal, call me crazy, but no one should be deported. Not only is it inhumane but it’s also expensive. The Dream Act is not only for those who are ready to put their degrees to use; many are no where near getting a degree. Many, are like Yanelli, battling and dragging their demons every where they go.

Out of all the deportation cases I’ve seen, this one hurt the most. Because despite her suicide attempts some still feared stepping up or simply didn’t care. The lack of involvement was a loud and clear “fuck you” to youth out there self-harming and self-medicating. Because the voice in our head that says, “you’re not good enough” has now been re-enforced by the government that’s suppose to protect us and those around us who say they stand by us. Because to be featured on the senate floor speech, acknowledged by the media or wanted in this country you either have to be the top of your class or dead.

Suicide and all other mental health issues keep being swept under the rug. The only issue highlighted in public is the lack of money for school but never homelessness among undocumented youth or the missing resources for undocumented youth who have been sexually abused while crossing the border, like Stephanie, or undocumented youth who have been sexually molested by someone they knew, like me.

We’ve come to understand that if the help and resources are not there, we make them ourselves by using our experiences, voices and our stories. Thank you to everyone who called, petitioned, submitted stories, those who actually profiled her and stepped up when Yanelli needed us. Especially Joaquin Luna’s family, because even though they are still grieving the loss of their baby, they still find the strength and love to want to save another youth. However, the fight is not over. Undocuhealth.org was born among all this anger and helplessness in the hopes of creating unity and a long distance support system between states. This NIYA project is for us. Use it, spread it, read it, watch it and most importantly.. share it.. Because no one fights alone!

Efforts are developing to help Yanelli and her family. Feel free to leave a message of hope and love for her and Joaquin Luna’s family here.

I am a Survivor…Now it is time to Stand for Yanelli!!!

I am undocumented, unafraid & survived depression and suicide.I came to this country at the age of 5. Every day and night I saw how my parents struggled as undocumented immigrants ; I saw how they were exploited and at points dehumanized not only at their place of work but in a country they considered home. I grew up learning and experiencing that I was not welcomed here. In media , in books , in laws I was consider an “illegal alien”, my humanity was constantly challenged. I was always dealing with depression but after graduating from High School I became suicidal; I went to sleep crying and began to cut myself. I am very thankful for the community that has shown me support. Resources for undocumented youth in forms of mental health, therapy, access to clinics and counseling are limited. When Joaquin Luna, an 18 year old Dreamer from Texas, who thought he too had no future took his own life their was an outcry from everyone and the question remained “How could we have helped? How could we have prevented it?” Yanelli is also suffering. Here we have a case where YOU can HELP and PREVENT!! You have the choice to help someone like me.PLEASE TAKE ACTION & make a call, sign the petition, spread this amongst friends so that Yanelli can recuperate. We have until Tuesday to stop this deportation and possibly save Yanelli’s life. So the question remains: Are you with us? Please Take Action!!! 

Suicidal and Undocumented

Family bonds cut with sharp window glass
Household drenched in his red liquid despair
I could not understand why he would do that to himself
I made him cards shaped in hearts
Read to him my poems
Maybe I could remind him of his value
“ Daddy you are beautiful”

I could see his pain in his eyes
He water marked my pages with his tears
Exploitation
Being called “illegal”
Suffering
Depression
Daddy was not the same anymore

Hieroglyphics appeared on my wrist
Household drenched in my red liquid despair
I overflowed my journal pages with tears
There was no bed time stories

Instead of counting sheep, I counted scars
My white sheets covered in red
I wondered if this was as close I could get to an American flag
Family bonds cut with sharp window glass
Household drenched in his and mine red liquid despair
I now understand why he would do that to himself.

Crossing into what was suppose to be freedom
Razors kept crossing my wrist into what was suppose to be death
Broken windows into undocumented pain
Childhood was lost , my humanity challenged
I tried to color but everything was coming out in black and white

Exploitation.
Being called “illegal”
Suffering
Depression.
Deportation.
I was not the same anymore

Family bonds cut with sharp window glass
Household drenched in red liquid despair
Our surroundings tells us that we were not meant to survive
Lack of resources.
Denied access.
No health care.
No status.

Our community tells us that we are People
Recuperation.
Calling myself “undocumented”!
Empowerment.
Unafraid.
I was not the same anymore.

But…It continues.

On undocumented wrists

No numbers but scars

Hoping razors stop crossing back on forth!
Family bonds cut with sharp window glass
Household drenched in red liquid despair
Community drenched in red liquid despair

-Sonia Guinansaca

*Poem discussed my growing up in a household where depression and being suicidal was common. It eludes to my personal experience and show urgency in matters of depression, suicide, and mental health for undocumented community specially as the numbers of undocumented youth and suicide rises.

Suicide among Undocumented Youth: Yanelli’s Story

Feelings of depression and worthlessness clouded up Joaquin Luna’s mind, an undocumented youth from Texas who committed suicide last year. In a country where undocumented youth are treated like less than equals but still strive to prove their self-worth everyday, many of them fall prey to depression and suicidal thoughts after feeling trapped and alone. One of these youth is Yanelli Hernandez Serrano.

Yanelli came to the United States at the age of 13. At the age of 13 I had to worry about finishing my homework and the cute boy in my class; however, these were not Yanelli’s worries. She made the journey to the U.S. alone and without family. She became independent at a young age and worked hard to provide a life for herself, doing whatever she had to do to survive. Imagine having to fend for yourself at the tneder age of 13 years old. Imagine working in a factory for over 7 years while your dreams of continuing your education continue to elude you. Imagine carrying such a heavy weight of responsibility on your shoulders. While most of us can only imagine, these are the facts of ….continue reading here!

I Thought I Was A Citizen

Documents I have…
*British Birth Certificate
*Wedding License
*My Child’s Birth certificate.

My parents brought me to the states when I was 5 years old. My father was arrested and deported back to England for domestic violence when I was about 8 years old.

I grew up thinking I was an American citizen. When I was in highschool I was required to take a PET (Pre Employment Training) class, part of the class required my SSN. Being a child of only 17 almost 18, I had no idea what a SSN even WAS! I lived in a small town with no desire to learn how to drive yet or a reason too. Julia was working two jobs at the time the school was wanting this, so it was difficult to get in touch with her to sort this out. She had told me to tell the school BHS, that I don’t have one because I was born in England. I still remember the nonchalant manner she informed me of this. I didn’t think much of it at the time.

The school thought I was nuts! I didn’t understand why. I had no reason to question my mother. Well, as it turns out the school asked me to leave. I was suddenly “a liability for them” since I was turning 18 and soon to be considered an adult.

I left with the intention of getting my GED and moving on to collage. I had already picked my courses and planned my life out. Surprise! No SSN or government issued ID, no GED… no GED no collage.

Around this same time I had met Arthur. My first partner. I had moved in with him around the same time Julia moved to Virginia. He had tried to help me get my immigration adjustment started as well as setting up a drivers licence/photo ID. We knew so little back then. In fact we were just talking about that last week, haha. Catch 22′s and dead ends seemed to be everywhere from the very begging. Still I had my love and my pets that I wasn’t willing to give up, let alone my friends.

Needless to say, Arthur and I didn’t work out. 5 years into the relationship and we were ready to move on.

Then I met Justin, my husband. We planned on being in a long term relationship regardless. So we planed on getting an I-130. He came with me to file for it and we were told we should wait for the FOIA to show how I came into the states. I am still waiting for it.

My husband lost his mind and started abusing me when I got pregnant. I had no choice but to file a restraining order. When I told my immigration attorney what had happened and why I can’t pay for the fees anymore, I was dropped because when Justin came to one of my meetings it caused “a conflict of interest”.

Now I have a child, can’t work, can’t rent. I had to move in with a man I don’t even like. He is forcing me to be in a relationship with him since I can’t be I=independent, but it is clean and safe for my child. I am so unhappy and I keep reaching out. I am alone and help doesn’t exist. No one understands, worst of all yesterday I passed a newspaper USA Today. On the front page it stated, “now it will be even MORE difficult for illegal aliens to establish themselves”.

I would love to be independent and not HAVE to be with a man.

~L~

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