I only care about the kids

There’s a lot of debating going on about who’s responsible for the cruelty to the children coming to our borders. It seems like the bullies are running the yard. They’ve brought the Bible into the argument, further emotionalizing it. This the fevered pitch. Jeff Sessions looks apoplectic! So it seems most of the oxygen is being taken up in the blame game. But I only care about the kids.

When I was five years old, I was abruptly separated from my family. In my case it was due to Polio. Nobody would breathe freely or speak more than absolutely necessary in my isolation room. I remember those three weeks better than I wish I did. I cried and threw tantrums the whole time. I was terrified of one of the nurses and she got so she disliked me. There was an incident where she deliberately handled me roughly. When I got out of there I expected to be reunited with my family. I wanted my Mommy. It was my constant refrain. But even when I got to the polio ward, I still wasn’t reunited with my family for weeks. I cried so much I was punished for crying too much. I tried to stop but I couldn’t. So I was punished.

It was horrible.

So speaking just for myself, I only care about the kids. And I remember what it was like to be separated suddenly from my family.

So I’m probably having a bit of PTSD right now. But I think what it really is, is I have a heightened state of awareness about this issue. Fight later you idiots. Stand up for those kids first.