2003
Things weren't going well for me a few years ago. I had less than others,
and I couldn't make much money where I was. So, I looked to where there
was more money and where life was better: the Bush ranch in Texas.
That's when I decided to emigrate. It didn't seem fair that President
Bush and his family had all that money and a big ranch, while my family
and I had so much less. What did President Bush ever do to get that
money? He was born. Period. Plus, he was on land that I think my ancestors
probably once walked on. It's rightfully our land. It's Aztlan. Besides,
I'm a hard worker and the Bush ranch is a ranch of immigrants. Citizenship
doesn't matter. So, that's how I came to be here on the Bush ranch.
As
you probably know, Bush has a racist and xenophobic fence around his
ranch to try to keep me and people like me out, but I was able to sneak
in. It was tough. There was a patch of desert I had to get through,
but some people left water and food there so I could make the trip in
safety. Now that I'm on the Bush ranch, it's like having sanctuary.
When you're in, you're in. A couple of years ago, I brought my family
and my cousins to the ranch also. Most days I hang out by Bush's barn
and wait for day labor work. Of course, even if Mr. Bush does give me
some occasional jobs, I don't make enough money to support myself and
my family. Even if I did, I wouldn't use it here. I send most of it
back home to my extended family so they can pay some Coyotes and also
come here.
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