The following is by Rosi Carrasco, an undocumented mother of two and migrant rights organizer with Organized Communities Against Deportations in Chicago, IL.
As we reach November 20th, I remember that night one year ago when immigrant families packed into a room together to watch the President announce executive action on immigration. He had already signaled that he'd be responding to the unprecedented community pressure against the record deportations that had surpassed two million at that point. He had publicly committed to reform inhumane policy and finally it looked like the delays would end.
Among us were friends who've called the U.S. home for 20 years but who haven't had children, others with kids born here and others without. There were already people who had doubts about what would happen, who had already had to fight their own removal or young people who didn't meet the criteria that would've made them eligible for the deferred action of 2012.
My family and I weren't in that category, but that's where we ended up by the end of the night. We arrived in the U.S. in the Spring of 1994, a history like many families, we came when our kids still small. We've lived, worked, and built lives here. Distant from where we came from, part of the labor of building a new life is learning to carry those we love close in our hearts even if they're physically so far away.