A Constituency of Silence

September 30, 2010

by Maria-Jose Soerens

Advocates for immigrants rights have been waiting for years for a Comprehensive Immigration Reform. President George W. Bush was a big proponent of a bill that would recognize the complexity of immigration, and President Barack Obama has declared that he is committed to a reform that “[...] provide[s] lasting and dedicated resources for border security, while also requiring accountability from both individuals in the U.S. illegally and unscrupulous employers who game the system for their own economic advantage.”

For months, immigrants rights advocates have been preparing for immigration to be the next topic on the table of congress, yet, it continues to be displaced over and over again. As midterm elections approach, the chances of getting anywhere are dire. The DREAM Act, a bill that would give undocumented youth who entered the US following their parents the opportunity to go to college, was mixed with “don’t ask don’t tell,” thus getting lost and finally rejected in a political mess. Now, neither Democrats or Republicans seem to have the nerve to stand up for the rights of immigrants because it could hurt their chances of being elected. It reminds me of a joke I heard once: “Democratic elections are a time for the people and the poor to run…run for their lives.”

As complex as the issue of immigration is, what saddens me the most about these dynamics is that undocumented immigrants are trapped in a system that will not recognize their voice because of the single fact that they cannot vote. Undocumented immigrants are nobody’s constituency. It is becoming clear that our democratic system has no place for them. And then I wonder, are we going to let this happen in America?

Whatever your feelings are about undocumented immigrants, whether you see them as self-indulgent people who are abusing our system or as victims of systemic poverty, I would encourage you to consider getting acquainted with the faces and personal stories behind this issue and to literally become the voice of the voiceless. Because, as my personal hero Stephen Colbert said last Friday in Congress, undocumented immigrants have no rights, yet they are an important part of our country’s culture and economy. Jesus said, “truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”

As a start, there are two books I’d like to recommend “Welcoming the Stranger,” by Matthew Soerens and “Reading the Bible for the Damned,” by Bob Ekblad.

I will continue sharing stories from immigrants that I have come to know and who have taught me about the despair behind the journey of immigration. We hope to soon be hosting an event in Seattle where people can learn more about this issue and about concrete ways to act and to care for the immigrants in our communities. Stay tuned.

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Cultural Memory and the Journey of the In-Between

March 30, 2010

by Maria-Jose Soerens

The immigrant experience is one of being caught-in-between. I am caught between languages, between countries, between spaces that are everything but defined. My heart is always on hold, floating, trying to grasp the voices of ancestors that are unknown to me…

In this space, this hyphen, memory becomes a crucial hook to anchor yourself while a river of discourses flows under your feet. I am not talking about memory as in remembering your first day of school–as important as it is, but of cultural, inter-generational memory.

Cultural memory is “the blood calling out to blood,” Jeanette Rodriguez says. It is those units of meaning passed orally from generation to generation. On her book “Cultural Memory: Resistance, Faith, and Identity,” Rodriguez poses the question: “What is the source of a memory powerful enough to carry a people even through attempted genocide?” In other words, what is the source of a memory that will carry us through adversity, trauma, and dramatic change?

In this sense, cultural memory is an identity compass, an atavistic referent that guides the experiences and behaviors of the members of that culture. For the Jews, this memory is based on the Exodus, for Mexicans, this memory lies on the virgin of Guadalupe.

We, immigrants, face the challenge of constantly reviewing and re-constructing our identity in light of converging cultural memories. As a Chilean, the story of Chilean militarism marks me as much as the story of the immigrants of this country. I am a Chilean woman, but increasingly I am also an American immigrant. I notice this on the instant connection I experience with other immigrants, no matter where they come from. It can be Somalis, Polish, Iranians… we just look at each other and we know we are living in the same existential space. After a few words, we understand what is going on, we often get teary, because we feel seen Continued… Cultural Memory and the Journey of the In-Between

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