Thread by @GrootResists

Many years ago today, I thought I’d survived the worst day of my life already. I was wrong. I had taken my kids and ran as the fear of being where we were became unbearable. I was torn away from my kids by police who were “just doing their jobs.”

I had done wrong in a place of desperation that someone decided to keep punishing me for, and they found how they could punish me irreparably. Police were as compassionate as they could be. They understood what they were doing was awful. But they had orders.

I am privileged. Family. Enough money. Friends. An attorney. I speak English. I am American. During the night I panicked. I sobbed until my head hurt. During the day I waited at my lawyer’s office until they opened to see if I could do anything that day to get me back to my kids.

It still took a year to have them both back in my arms.
This is why I fight for migrant parents & children. People assume that what they hear from the news is the whole story. “The law is the law. You asked for it.” What I did was desperate & would have done it differently, but

...desperation is a lonely, confusing place. We are together now, living a better life than I could have imagined. Love won. Healing happened in time. But not without an amount of suffering no family should have to endure.

I am Groot because I was destroyed by forces of darkness (from within and without) and came back from barely a twig. Family, friends, & people I didn’t even know nurtured me to heal, grow, fight, and change. They stood by me, and I’ll by God stand by them until my last breath.

Please donate to @RAICESTEXAS or @Aclu if you can. Go to a protest, go to a town hall, call your representatives.

Help someone today. Hang a sign somewhere that says #Compassion2020 or “Families Belong Together.”

Thanks for reading. End.