Trail 2010: A View From the Periphery

I’ve been writing about the pilgrimage to Juquila.
But I will digress from that for a moment
to write about some absolutely amazing young people.

But let me preface the story about them
with a few quotes
and then,
a few of my own thoughts.

First,
a quote from one of our church’s
most well known saints,
St. Augustine.
“An unjust law is no law at all.”

Why,
even the late great
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
quoted St. Augustine
in his Letter From a Birmingham Jail.
Dr. King also said that,
“One has a moral responsibility
to disobey unjust laws.”

Now,
what mainstream U.S.A.
might call justice could be one thing.
But what I,
a faith filled
Spirit led
woman
understand justice to be
might be another thing entirely.
As people of faith,
we constantly find ourselves
going against the grain,
do we not?

And my point of view
is colored by my position
in the periphery.
Sometimes I’m pushed here.
And sometimes I simple choose
to stay in the periphery
because I can see things
much more clearly here.
The voices
of The Beatitude People
are so clearly heard here.
When I leave the periphery
I find it hard to hear them
above all the nonsense noise.
And,
truth be told,
I prefer the periphery.
It keeps me grounded.
The periphery,
for me,
is a Holy Land.

The theologian,
Dr. Ada Maria Isasi-Diaz,
speaks of those in the margins
as being optional people,
pushed to the periphery
by those who see them as unnecessary.
Sadly,
it is often people claiming Christianity
who push others to the periphery,
who behave as some
are optional to history,
optional to salvation history.

So,
as a faith filled person,
What do I believe?
Well,
of course I believe in the Holy Trinity.
Of course I believe
in the sacraments,
devotions to the saints
and our Most Blessed Mother.
But that is hardly all there is.

I also believe
that some things
are fundamental
to all human beings.

I believe that
food and shelter
are fundamental.

Yes,
Food, physical nourishment,
is a basic primal need.
We should feed the hungry.
Period.
I have no need
to first see their green card.
If they are hungry,
and it is in my capacity to do so,
I should feed them.
This is what I believe.

And I honesty believe
that hunger is about more than food.
But more on that in a moment.

This I believe:
Primal Needs First.
Other things,
I believe,
can wait.
And eating
is a fundamental human right.
Feeding the hungry, then,
is a basic Christian action.

I believe education
and shelter
and medical care
are all
basic human rights.

I believe that words have power.
The Word,
after all,
became flesh.
God spoke
and all came to be.

You may not be standing
in the periphery with me.
And that’s OK.
We must all stand somewhere
and this is where the dialogue begins.
And this being the case,
you may have
a different point of view than I do
because the point from which you stand
is not in the margin with me.
But words,
regardless of which point they originate from,
have power.
I believe this.

While your point of view
may be as such
that you believe her mother
and/or her father to be
illegal,
please do not call the child
an “anchor.”
She is innocent of any crime.
She did not break any law,
neither a just law
nor an unjust law.
She is not an “anchor,”
but a beautiful child of God.
This
I believe:
Words have power.
I, myself,
will continue to call this child,
and all children
that find themselves
standing in this periphery,
a Beautiful Child of God.
Because that is what she is.
And because words of power.
And she should hear these words
and know who she is.

Many, many years ago
a friend of mine
was in quite a state of flux.
She wanted so much
to attend college but was so afraid.
Just after she graduated from high school
she learned
that she was an undocumented.
Her parents came to the U.S.
while she was but an infant.
She had always known
that she was born in Mexico,
but never knew
that her family
had never done the legal paperwork.
The end result
was that she did not attend school.
A few years later
she fell in love and married a man
who happened to be a U.S. citizen.
After an entire lifetime in the U.S.,
she finally became a U.S. citizen.
But the years have passed
and she never did attend
an institution of higher learning.
Though I must admit,
we all learned so much
from her experience.
And this experience
is played out time and again
in the periphery.

You may disagree with me
about her parents.
And you may choose
to call them “illegal”
while I prefer to say
that they are “undocumented.”
But regardless of where
you and I stand
in terms of the parents,
the children are innocent.

Had there been some ogres
in my friend’s story
she and her parents
could have been deported.
And that would have been so unjust
because she
would have been sent
to what would,
quite literally,
have been a foreign country to her.
But her brothers and sisters,
having been born in the U.S.,
and were thus U.S. citizens,
would not have been deported,
but sent to foster care instead.
This did not happen to my friend at the time.
But it is happening every day
in the periphery.
Yes, St. Augustine,
I totally agree with you.
An unjust law
is no law at all.

And now that I have given you
all of this verbiage,
on to the amazing story
of some absolutely awe inspiring youth.

And,
what I see as their ring-leader,
Ms. Gaby Pacheco.
Their website states this about Señorita Gaby:
“Gaby was declared a “gifted student” at a very young age and has since excelled at all levels of school. In the process of securing three education degrees at Miami Dade College, she has realized what she wants to do with her many talents and education: use music therapy as a communication tool to teach autistic children and adults. Gaby’s parents brought her to the U.S. from Ecuador in 1993, when she was 7 years old. In 2006, federal immigration agents raided her home, and Gaby’s family has been fighting deportation ever since. The only possession from home Gaby carries on her journey is a Bible, which she reads daily for inspiration.”

Wow!
See what I mean?
Words have power!
Someone recognized her gifts
and called her a “gifted student”
at a young age and then
she further excelled in school!
Twenty-five years old
and she wants to use music
to teach the autistic!
And she carries and reads her Bible!
You go, Gaby Girl!
I would love to have
a young woman like her
in my neighborhood!
. . . .but as I am oft known to do,
I digress. . . .

You see,
from the periphery
I can see all of the gifts and talents.
But others,
those who stand somewhere else,
might only see the federal agents.

This profile tells us
that Gaby is on a journey.
Gaby, and several other youth
who find themselves
in the same situation,
are walking. .
. . and walking. . .
And walking. . .
Some 18 miles a day. . .
Sharing their story.
Walking from Miami, FL
to Washington D.C.
Walking and talking,
sharing their stories along the way.

Other youth walking include
Felipe,
ranked as one of the top 20
community college students
in the United States. . .
Let me say that again:
Felipe is one of the top 20 community college students
in THE UNITED STATES;
Carlos,
who wanted to serve
the only country he has ever known
in the military
but was not permitted to
because of his immigration status;
Juan,
who came to the U.S. from Columbia
as a small child with his family
escaping the threats
to their safety.

Of the four youth,
Juan is the only one who is documented.
But having lived a great part of his life
as an undocumented,
feels a responsibility here
and so he, too, walks.

And so,
these young people are walking.
My last “Juquila” blog entry
was about processions
and the Work of the People:
Laos Ergon.
These young people,
these Trail 2010 people,
are walking toward something sacred.
They are in movement,
leaving something behind
toward something more,
something different,
something better,
something sacred.
The sacredness they seek:
to belong.

They are not responsible
for the path their parents took,
regardless of what point of view
you or I may have about their parents.
But they are very proactive
about the path they are taking now.
It is an Exodus from the Periphery
straight to the Center;
daring,
dangerous,
and sacred.

And it is a dangerous journey.
If you haven’t spent a great amount of time
in the periphery,
you probably haven’t seen the danger.
But it is out there,
even if you can’t see it.
But I see it.
And I recognize it.
There are people who hate
and act upon that hate
with tremendous violence.
But if you are reading this
from your place in the Ivory Tower,
you probably don’t have a clue
to what I’m speaking of here.
The point from which you stand
may just be
too far removed from the periphery
to be able to see.

I recognize
the valor it takes
for these young people
to do something like this.
Valor:
Something I dare say is missing
from many a Christian these days.

And I dare to call their journey sacred
because they seek to create a justice.

I dare to call this journey sacred
because they risk deportation
for the sake of a better life,
not only for themselves,
but also for others.

I dare to call this journey sacred
because they have touched me
and awakened me
and moved me to action.

Action:
That’s the part
where many a faith filled person fails.
We believe when we are in church in Sunday.
Oh, and maybe there is grace said at the dinner table
or other recited prayers during the course of the week.
But we often fail
in terms of action
outside of our homes
and off of the acre of land we call “church.”
“In what I have done and
in what I have failed to do. . . .”

From the periphery
I see some outstanding
intellectual,
gifted
and
talented youth
on a very sacred journey,
any one of which
I would be proud to have
as my own son or daughter.
I would gladly give them
a home cooked meal
or
a bed to sleep in at night.
I have no need
to see legal documents
to know that they are good people.
I would feed them and house them
when and if they were to need food and shelter,
because that’s the sort of thing we do
in the periphery.
That’s the sort thing I do
as a woman of faith:
Feed the hungry.
Feeding the hungry
is so basic, is it not?
And,
the truth be told,
I see young people starving for justice.
I bet St. Augustine sees them, too.

God bless
Gaby, Felipe, Carlos and Juan
and others who join them on this journey.
God bless the sacred journey.
God bless
the periphery.

St. Augustine, Pray For Us.

You can visit the youth here:
Trail 2010.org