Immigration Walk

I was asked to bless these pilgrims who were walking from our neighborhood in Chicago to Woodstock to protest counties' and suburbs' access to a U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement database to find undocumented immigrants. Along with other community leaders I gave a blessing and then walked a few blocks with them. My friend Ere walked the whole way. Her reflections are below:

"I just came back from a 3-day pilgrimage to McHenry County jail; we left on Friday at 10am and arrived Sunday at 6pm. For three days we walked to arrive at a place that for many of us represents the end of a life we have built in America, it’s a scary place, it’s a place we never want to be in and we pray our loved ones will never have to spend a night there. But, even though we hate this place, we walked there for the 400 people awaiting deportation in this detention center, so they could hear us, so they could know they were not alone, and so we could pray for them.

I am exhausted, tired, and beat-up. Walking 54 miles in 3 days is not easy; the 90-degree weather did not help either. The whole time I was walking, I kept thinking that this represented the walk that people must go through to reach a place that has jobs, a place where children can go to school and college, where you can buy a home, and send money back to help the extended family. But actually, at the end, I realized that this was not journey I was taking. The journey I took represented the life I live right now, the life that millions of people live every single day.

I am exhausted, tired, and beat-up- because I am undocumented every single day. I am so exhausted of taking every precaution I have to take because of my status, of the feeling I get every time I see a cop, and the feeling I get every time I call my brother and he does not pick up his phone. I am so exhausted of thinking of what am I going to do if CIR does not pass, what am I going to do if my mom is pulled over, how can I apply for grad school, and of how I am going to build a life and set roots in a place where I don’t always feel welcome. I have come to realize that I process many daily activities in a very different ways than my friends. A couple months ago, I was watching Planet Earth and I kept hearing- “I cannot wait until I can go there.” I never think that, traveling is so far removed from thoughts. What does it feel like to be able to think about seeing the world? What does it feel like to not have your heart skip a beat when you see a cop? What does it feel like to have a driver’s license? What does it feel like to be able to think about what I will be doing 10 years from now? All these thoughts beat me up every day.
This pilgrimage allowed me to understand why my faith is so important to me. It was the church that gave us food, shelter and blessings, and it was the church that walked and prayed for all detainees and for me. It is in my faith and the action of compassionate, passionate people that allows my exhaustion to not be overwhelming. My faith and all the people who fight for our dignity keep me going. This is why I am able to not give up and keep on fighting and hoping and praying. I hope that this pilgrimage allowed all participants to reflect, recollect, and recharge. Just like this long trip, our fight for comprehensive immigration reform will be a tough one, one filled with exhaustion."

Sermon on Immigration sparks discussion

On the Sunday before Labor Day, September 6, I preached a sermon about the plight of undocumented immigrants which began a discuss which I invite you to take part in. Since my sermons are usually composed orally, this summary is what I remember that I preached, not what you actually heard.


I began by telling the story of the day I was pulled over for talking on my cell phone while driving. Driving kids home from school, I had just turned left and barely missed a pedestrian in the crosswalk. The officer gave me a stern talking to, but didn't give me a ticket. I connected this to an incident I had learned about at a press conference given by "Reform Immigration for America" I heard the story of a young man who was brought to the US from Mexico at the age of six. He did well in school and was accepted at several universities. Because he is undocumented he does not qualify for student loans so he took a full time job and enrolled at UIC. One night he drove four blocks from a friends house, rolled through a stop sign and was stopped. He now faces deportation on December 16.


Hearing his story made me realize how I, a middle class white woman, was privileged to get a second chance. Because of one mistake this young man will have his whole life uprooted, sent to a country he doesn't remember, where he has little or no family support. I have learned what deportation means. People are taken to the Broadview detention center. Handcuffed and shackled they are driven to O'Hare and put on a plane to Texas. There they are driven to the border, given $20, and let go in the dangerous border town of Juarez.

I quoted from the morning's reading from Proverbs (22:8), "Whoever sows injustice will reap calamity."

I said that the broken immigration system has already created calamity in families, workplaces, and in our communities. I called for this unjust treatment to end. I believe we must fix our broken immigration system.

If Proverbs were written today Proverbs 22:22-23 might be written this way (changed words are in blue):

"Do not rob the immigrants because they are undocumented,
or crush the afflicted at the border;
for the LORD pleads their cause
and despoils of life those who despoil them."

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