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Trump’s appalling policy

Separating children from asylum-seeking parents

by Stacey Warde

When news first broke about the U.S. government losing 1,475 immigrant children, I made a cursory search to determine the story’s veracity.

Satisfied that initial reports were true, I fired off an angry letter to Senators Kamala Harris and Dianne Feinstein.

“Please do the right thing…and pressure those who are responsible to reunite the missing children with their parents immediately.”

Then, Dave Congalton, host of KVEC’s Hometown Radio Show, asked me to come on the air to discuss the issue (to listen, click on this KVEC link).

After looking more thoroughly into the matter, I realized that my letter and response, a hazard in today’s volatile news environment, were not quite fully informed.

Turns out, more worry and focused attention would be better spent on the children our government is separating from their parents on the grounds that they’re trying to enter the U.S. illegally.

It’s an appalling fact, even if the children and their parents are illegal. But the truth of the matter is that most of the immigrants crossing the border are fleeing widespread violence in Guatemala, Honduras and El Salvador. They’re seeking asylum not a cover for illegal entry, as claimed by the Trump Administration.

In April, a government official told Congress that the Office of Refugee Resettlement (ORR), a wing of the Department of Health and Human Services, responsible for underaged undocumented immigrants (mostly seeking asylum), had “lost track” of 1,500 children.

The ensuing uproar (including my letter) demanded that the responsible government officials find them and ensure their well being by reuniting them with family.

Since 2014, when there was an unusual influx of these undocumented minors without parents or guardians, the government, under recent legislation, began classifying them as “unaccompanied,” placing them into the care of ORR.

Under federal law, these children must be placed into the care of a parent or guardian as quickly as possible, or kept in a detention center.

Apparently, the government’s failure to reach these caregivers made it seem the children had slipped through the system. Also, some advocates argue parents and family of these children don’t want the government to know their whereabouts.

Compounding the issue, on May 7, Attorney General Jeff Sessions, in an attempt to discourage illegal border crossings, also took aim at those seeking asylum: “If you are smuggling a child, then we will prosecute you, and that child will be separated from you as required by law.”

White House Chief of Staff, John Kelly then told NPR’s John Burnett that “the children will be taken care of — put into foster care or whatever. But the big point is they elected to come illegally into the United States and this is a technique that no one hopes will be used extensively or for very long. “

Since, there have been troubling reports of parents being separated from their children, who are then reclassified as “unaccompanied,” and placed into detention centers, where there have been numerous complaints of child abuse, including rape and beatings.

Additionally, the ORR’s Scott Lloyd, a pro-life attorney, appears to be flaunting federal law, reportedly refusing medical care to minors seeking abortion after being raped, and holding detainees longer than is legal.

The Trump Administration argues that these minors are the children of “criminals,” and therefore should be separated, placed in confinement while their parents are sent to  detention facilities or prisons, where they will eventually be deported.

During my conversation with Congalton, a listener asked why I wasn’t petitioning the Mexican government for all this illegal immigration. Mexico was coddling the immigrants, encouraging more criminals to enter the U.S. illegally.

“I’m not a citizen of Mexico,” I told him, and my complaint has more to do with how the U.S. is treating children looking for a safe place to go. Mexico has shown more humanity than the U.S. in the matter.

Advocates say these refugees are not criminals, they’re not breaking the law, but are seeking asylum from gang and street violence in Guatemala, Honduras and El Salvador.

The Trump Administration claims it’s separating children from their parents to discourage this flood of immigrants seeking safe haven in the U.S.

Meanwhile, child advocates like attorney Megan Stuart, writing in Rewire.News, argues: “We need to think twice about asking any government, especially one that proudly equates immigrants with gang members and calls them “animals,” for more scrutiny, more monitoring, and more targeting of kids and their communities.”

Also, “We don’t expect or want local jails or prisons to track folks once they are released to loved ones.”

The Trump Administration, she says, is turning this into an immigration crisis, claiming that these children are being placed with families to escape scrutiny, thus enter illegally.

Finally, false reports, as expected in a Trumpian world, will continue to circulate the interweb regarding the status of these children, their reason for coming here and the so-called criminality of their parents. §

Stacey Warde is publisher of The Rogue Voice. He can be reached by email: roguewarde@gmail.com Twitter: @roguewarde.

 

Crazy comes to Cayucos

And suddenly there I was left standing alone, the deputy off to who knows where, and the crazy guy raging pissed off at me.

And suddenly there I was left standing alone, the deputy off to who knows where, and the crazy guy raging pissed off at me. Photos by Stacey Warde

by Stacey Warde

We get our share of crazies passing through town. I met one not long ago at Kelley’s Coffee and Espresso Shop, not long before the place closed down. Right away he took a dislike to me—and to just about everyone who crossed his path.

The sheriff’s deputies had earlier informed window washers on the job across the street that they were looking for a scruffy fellow wearing a plaid jacket. Not an easy task in this town. There are a lot of scruffy guys wearing plaid jackets around here.

Apparently he had been spotted waving a stick in a threatening manner at the middle-school up the road, pretending he had a gun.

As one window washer, who had come in for his coffee, described the character, a man, a stranger fitting the description, passed by the window of the coffee shop. “That’s him!” the window washer exclaimed. “That’s him! Should I call the cops?”

“You bet!” I responded just as a squad car drove by the intersection. I rushed out the door and flagged down the squad car.

The deputy turned the car and came back. He rolled down his window. “That’s your guy right there isn’t it?” I nodded.

“Yeah,” the deputy said, offering a look of irritation. He rolled up his window and drove away.

And suddenly there I was left standing alone, the deputy off to who knows where, and the crazy guy raging pissed off at me.

In this climate of gun crazies blowing children to smithereens I figured that I was doing the right thing. “Here’s your man, the one who was waving his hand like he had a gun at the school yard.”

“You got something to say about me, you say it to my face,” the stranger said.

“OK,” I answered, “apparently the cops are looking for a guy whose description you fit to a T, a guy who was seen menacing the children, like he had a gun up at the school.”

“Say gun again and you’ll be sorry,” he threatened.

“The police said ‘gun,’ not me.”

He stared at me menacingly. “Stare into my eyes!”

I snorted a smirk, trying not to laugh.

COMMENT.CRAZY.IMG_4055“I thought so,” he said, as if he’d judged me an easy target, a weakling. Then he followed me to Kelley’s. We sat out front at one of the tables.

I didn’t want him to feel threatened or challenged or bothering the other customers. I kept watching for the deputies to pull up any moment.

“Where are you from?” I asked.

He stared me down again, said he was from Oklahoma, asked me if I’d ever seen the bloody Arkansas River.

“No,” I answered. “How did it get bloody?”

“From people I took care of.”

“Are you telling me you’re a killer?”

“Just keep pushing me,” he threatened.

Where are the damned deputies? I kept wondering.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

No answer.

“What’s your name?”

He got up and walked away, rattled. Clearly he was insane and maybe even a buffoon but I didn’t know that. From our brief encounter, I deemed him a threat to me and to the community. Even faking waving a gun at children warrants a response.  Apparently, the deputies thought otherwise, despite what they had told the window washers.

I went inside the coffee shop and moments later he came back and sat outside the window facing me, staring at me, giving me the Jedi mind control treatment, disturbing other customers.

I can take care of myself but I didn’t feel like getting into a scrape with him. I just wanted to finish drinking my coffee, reading the newspaper, unmolested by someone who belongs in an institution.

I felt annoyed and threatened. He caused concern among customers and staff. He reportedly made threatening gestures at the school. “He gives me the creeps,” an employee said.

Meanwhile, despite word from the deputies that he had threatened students at the school, he continued to roam free.

Finally, after nearly 30 minutes of staring me down through the window, he came in to borrow the shop phone, saying he had been robbed.

“Sorry, the phone is out of order,” a staffer said.

He went outside and got hold of a cellphone from one of the cyclists who stop in for coffee treats on their road trips up and down Highway 1, the same road that brings the crazies through town.

He called the sheriff’s office on the borrowed phone to report that someone had swiped a Rabobank pen, a freebie the bank gives its customers, from his jacket pocket. The deputies investigated, determined it was a false report and hauled him off to jail.

An arresting deputy said, “Mental health is the problem in this country, not guns. We’ll take him in, have him evaluated.”

The next day, the stranger was back, mad as ever and still raging and threatening.

He pretended again as if he had a gun, this time holding his hand behind his back, while confronting Kelley, owner of the coffee shop. She called the deputies and made a citizen’s arrest.

As the deputy pulled away, the nutter in the back seat threw his head in a jerking motion, lips pursed, as if he was spitting on me and Kelley through the shop window.

He’ll likely be back. Then what? And what about the deputy who left me standing there to confront someone who had been reported seen menacing the children?

I felt exposed and vulnerable, not protected by the deputy’s response to my willingness to help. Later when I mentioned it to another deputy, he seemed perturbed, didn’t want to discuss it.

“We’re too busy,” he said. “I wasn’t here yesterday. I’m here getting the story.”

“I’m part of the story,” I said. He gave me a look, irritated.

“Why is that guy back here?” I persisted. “I thought he was going to be evaluated.” The deputy was clearly more irritated than interested in my questions or my side of the story.

Law enforcement’s response to my willingness to help did little to assure me that they’ve got my back. I felt exposed, unsafe and unprotected by lending my hand to the deputy.

The next time law enforcement seeks my support, I’ll think twice, wondering if the deputy’s action will leave me exposed to threats and danger from those they seek. §

Stacey Warde is the publisher and editor of The Rogue Voice. This article first appeared at his blog, Rogue’s View.