I woke up in tears this morning from a dream about children. I was in a space where I was on the outside of a wire fence. There were children packed into the space on the other side. Some were very young and others were older teens. I could see that there were many obviously queer American children and the rest were the undocumented children from Central America. They were dirty, the smell made me gag. And they were all crying. Military styled men with big Anerican flag patches on their backs came storming in and started grabbing these children any way they could get ahold of them. The kids were screaming and crying as they were dragged to a door marked deportation. All of the children pinned me with their cries calling me mama and reaching for me. From where I stood I could see that the other side of the door was a gas chamber and there were piles of childrens bodies. Frantically I tried to scale the fence between us. No matter how hard I climbed I couldnt find the top. I was tearing at the fence trying to rip it open, to no avail. Then I woke up. This dream was so vivid I awoke not only in tears but with both of my hands in pain. Unsettling to say the least. Ive been thinking a lot lately about kids in general. What kids lives have value, who will survive, quality of life, will they be happy, etc. This country has hypocritically inflicted itself around the world as a moral guardian of what other countries should do in regard to human rights while failing miserably in its own backyard. Yeah...so that was the start of my morning
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 14:09:58 +0000
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