Letters from behind Immigration Bars

Letter from John:

This letter is not a letter of hate but a letter of love and appreciation. To let the people of the United States of America know that I appreciate the chance that was given to my parents and I by God to come here to the U.S. and live. It has been an honor. My name is John and I am a native of Haiti. I came to the United States in February of 1992 with my mother, Grace. My mother died here in the U.S. in 2007 in a car accident that killed her and my little sister Katherine. She was only 8 years old; she was a U.S. citizen and full of life. I was left alone at 13 years old with nowhere to go or live. An American woman named Christina took me in and helped me and taught me things I didn’t know and how to survive. I later graduated high school and made something of my life in this country. I went to A.T.I technical college to study personal training as a career. Later, down the line I made my first mistake and got arrested and went to jail. My life started going down hill from there. While I was in jail I got sick, doctors diagnosed me with pulmonary hypertension with a chance to live up to 2 years and stated that I would be lucky to live up to 5 years. After my sentence was up, Krome S.P.C picked me up. I came to find out that my mother never did my citizenship documents when I was a kid so I have been detained ever since by ICE.

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I am writing this letter as a formal way of letting the United States know how much I have enjoyed my time in this country. I have met so many good people here and my life has changed because of this country. I lost everything going through these trials and tribulations. Regardless, even though I am considered an immigrant here, in my heart I am as much an American as everyone else that lives and grows up in the United States of America. I was a baby when I came here; all my life has been here in the U.S. I am now in proceedings to be deported back to my country, Haiti. Where I haven’t been back since I was a baby. I don’t have family there. I don’t have money or a place to go. I don’t know what I am going to do when I get there. I don’t know what awaits me. Whether it is good or bad I will still have the love this country has shown me so I will take what I learn here and use it there. I will not lie, I am scared, I am sad and hurt but, I don’t have control over the law nor can I rewrite my parent’s mistakes or mine. I had dreams of raising a family in this country, the hope of driving back and forth to a job in this county. All that is now just a dream. I won’t be able to see my mother and my little sister’s gravesites when I want to anymore. Regardless of all this, I can still say I love this country and it has been an honor to be here, it’s an opportunity a lot of people wish they had and I did.

I will never forget the time I spent here in the United States of America.

Yours Sincerely,





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