El Random Hero: December 2008 Archives


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I've read the stories about hate crimes committed against undocumented residents. The anger is sometimes so overwhelming that I can taste it in my mouth. The vile, rancid taste of hate because you know the people attacked didn't deserve to be victims of ignorance. Those feelings are magnified when you see it happen right on front of your eyes. When you see the act itself being committed and not doing anything about it. The other day I was at a lunch truck eating with my friends around 1:30 a.m. As we sat and huddled for warmth after eating, I noticed from the corner of my eye commotion in the street. I see a car with two people in the front and and two other men getting out to assault a man who was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. The men immediately begin to man handle him after taking him by surprise. As one holds his hands behind his back, the other searches him for valuable possessions to steal. My friends begin to notice what's going on and I tell them, "the guy is getting robbed." "We should go help him," said one friend. "Yeah we gotta do something," said my other friend. Both of them are women and they wanted to go help while me and my other friend just sat there and kept an eye out to make sure things didn't take a turn for the worse. Before we could decide what to do the guys go back in the car and drive away. Immediately the girls go and ask the man if he was OK ? We follow and begin to talk to the man and ask him what they stole from him, his wallet with his I.D. from work and the Mexican Consulate. One of my other friends flags down a sheriffs officer and the officer tries to give chase to the car, but with no luck. He comes back and begins to take a report of what happened, asking us to describe what we saw, the make of the vehicle, what the attackers looked liked etc. The men were Mexican, just like the person they robbed. Part of me hates that very concept. It's hard enough in the world as it is and the people who are suppose to be looking out for us are the ones stabbing us in the back. The lack community unity hurts everyone because divided we fall, but united we stand. I myself grew up with that kind of ignorance around my community for far too long and while I decided to devote my life to stop crimes like the one I saw, at times it feels like I'm chipping away at a glacier with an ice pick. Having been a victim of robbery, I knew that I couldn't involve myself in what was going. What if they had guns ? knifes ? what if they decided to go after my friends ? The safety of my friends and the victim are too high for something as petty as money or a wallet. I would much rather give them what they want than to risk becoming another two minute news story on the evening news. "A young man was killed late in the evening last night as he tried to fight off his attacker. El Random Hero was 2? years old and was attending ???? college as a journalism major. Police say that during their struggle, the attacker, who was identified as ????, was carrying a hand gun and shot Hero in the chest repeatedly leaving him for dead. No word yet on the location of his attacker."

Living in Purgatory

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Purgatory in accordance with catholic teaching is a place or condition of temporal punishment for those who, departing this life in God's grace, are, not entirely free from venial faults, or have not fully paid the satisfaction due to their transgressions.

That's what life feels like everyday when you're an undocumented resident in the United States. I started writing about my life experiences over at my personal blog as a way to vent my frustrations and to inform other's about the trials and tribulations that come with being an undocumented resident. Over time, my writing turned into a crusade to raise awareness about immigration in the U.S., legislation bills, unfair and unjust laws, current events and of course personal experiences. Over time I found out that I wasn't alone in my struggle to adjust my resident status and in my struggle to help fight the injustices committed against undocumented residents all over the U.S. To date, the Federal DREAM Act is the only hope I and thousands of undocumented students have to legally integrate into the U.S. Ever since I first heard of the DREAM Act I have written blog post and stories at my college newspaper stressing the importance of it and the need for it. Through my writing I've come to realize that it's only when a face is put behind the problem do people actually take notice and stop and at the very least listen to what is said. My intention is to help inform and educate other's in the tribulations that I personally struggle with on a daily basis as an undocumented resident. Topics from school, relationships and how I'm able to thrive underground are some of the topics I'll be discussing.   I can even answer specific questions anyone might have about issues concerning things like drivers licenses, how I'm able to attend school or any other questions that might come up. Even though I cannot put my personal identity behind this cause because of the type of society we live in, I doesn't take away from what I'm trying to do for the cause. I'm just a person, but I am one of the thousands out there who are fighting the good fight and trying to play by the rules.    

El Random Hero

~ Con Safos ~

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