The caravan movement is sustained by self-organized migrants and the volunteers who stand with them. It’s an organized, mobilized hope.
Activists camped outside a sprawling tent city in the Texas desert bring a message to migrant children detained there: No estás solo. You are not alone.
Each day at Greyhound stations across the nation, families released from detention and traveling to sponsors’ homes find grandmotherly help.
In walking out of their country en masse, Hondurans are making a loud, bold statement about the extreme injustices they face at home.
Behind the agents, we could see our brothers and sisters watching from the Mexico side of the wall. We could hear them singing.
As an immigration attorney, I have reasons to feel defeated every day. I take solace in writing letters.
Germany, Serbia, and Sweden hosted tens of thousands of migrants three years ago. Can the U.S. take a page from the EU as caravans mass at our border?
“Que sus días cambien pronto y que el amor que sus padres y familiares sienten por ustedes brille fuerte dentro de ustedes y les de fuerza.”
“That your days may soon change, that the love your parents and relatives feel for you glow inside you to give you strength.”
The story of the Central American refugees is so essentially American that it’s a wonder we can’t recognize how much they belong here.
Throughout history, the biblical story of Exodus has inspired people around the world fleeing persecution.
Drought, crop failure, storms, and land disputes pit the rich against the poor, and Central America is ground zero for climate change.