I am a Non Western, South American immigrant in a society that is increasingly determined to get rid of those like me. Media constantly reminds me that we are practically non human. That our rights should be eroded further in the name of safety. Politicians build careers using the rhetoric of hatred against those like me. I was punched in the face, I was elbowed in the stomach on two different occasions by two White Supremacists who objected to my looks and my speaking another language with a friend. Racial slurs were hurled. And still, I know I don’t have it as bad as others. In the grand scheme of things, my life is privileged. I am a documented resident. At least, I am not one of the thousands currently in detention camps awaiting deportation. Then my life would be under the control of a corporation that actually makes a profit out off the lives of those who are dehumanized the most.
Out of everything I’ve written in the past year, this one piece is probably the one I am the proudest. Not because it is particularly well written (I wouldn’t make such claim), but because I have spent days researching the subject. I have come across so, so many documented abuses across different continents, different countries, seemingly disparate environments. However, all of them had one thing in common: they were perpetrated by the one corporation who profits from the business of undocumented immigrants. In fact, I found so many that I was forced to edit most of them out. What ended up in this piece is just the tip of one dehumanizing, terrifying iceberg.
And this, all of this, is supposedly done in the name of our safety.