Growing up in Mexicali, Mexico, I remember my dad, an Imperial Valley farmworker, telling me many times as we walked across the border into Calexico, "When that gate opens, it's not just people being deported; dreams, hopes and whole families' lives are being thrown out."
Decades later, my dad's words still ring true. People are not disposable, our system is not perfect and families and dreams are being shattered.
I have heard these stories many times from the angeles sin fronteras who ask for donations along border roads and fences. What can I do? Give more of what our country has given me and denies these men.