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It's my 14 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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“Every time the foster mothers tried to move them, so I could examine them, the kids would scream, scream, scream, and just claw at their foster mothers.”
Tara Neubrand is a pediatric emergency-medicine physician at a large hospital in Denver, Colorado, which has one of the main pediatric trauma centers in the area. Since April, she has seen three toddlers from Guatemala and Honduras—two boys and a girl who were forcibly separated from their parents by Border Patrol agents at the U.S.–Mexico border.
“Every time the foster mothers tried to move them, so I could examine them, the kids would scream, scream, scream, and just claw at their foster mothers.”
“One of the little boys, the third child I saw, kept yelling ‘Papa, Papa, Papa,’ all the time. The foster mother was in tears, saying, ‘I’m just trying not to ruin his life.’ It was heartbreaking.”
A Honduran woman named Esmeralda Pérez hasn’t seen or spoken to her nine-year-old son, Jefferson, in nearly a month.
A Honduran woman named Esmeralda Pérez and her nine-year-old son, Jefferson, had just crossed the U.S. border when they were arrested, outside El Paso, on May 26th. “The agents came up to us, and my son said to me, ‘Mom, I’m scared,’ ” Pérez told me. “I said to him, ‘Don’t worry, these people aren’t going to hurt us.’ ” Pérez showed the agents her I.D. and her son’s birth certificate, and said that they were fleeing persecution. They were taken to a Border Patrol station, where they spent the night. The next day, around noon, an agent walked into their cell. “Come with me and bring me your kid,” he told Pérez. “The agent said he was going to take my son because I needed to pay a penalty and go to jail,” Pérez said. “But he didn’t tell me where they were taking him.” She hasn’t seen or spoken to her son since.
On May 5th, just after midnight, a Honduran woman named Ana Rivera and her five-year-old son, Jairo, tried to cross the U.S.-Mexico border. They were caught scaling a fence in El Paso, and spent the night in a holding cell at a U.S. Border Patrol station with other mothers and children, a group of about twenty-five people in all. On the afternoon of their second day in detention, two male agents entered the cell. “They didn’t say anything,” Rivera said. “They just walked over and grabbed Jairo. It felt like my son was stuck to me. He clung to me, cried and screamed. They had to pull him away.” She pleaded with the agents to tell her what was going on. The other women in the cell were too stunned to speak, Rivera said. In the next few hours, the agents started taking other children, too. Eventually, the mothers were told that they would be reunited with their children after spending a few days in jail.
Nearly six weeks later, Rivera has not seen her son.
“The doorbell rings. No side gates are left open. You’re long past leaping over a fence. Take one of your hyper, gulping breaths. Clench your teeth. Inch timidly toward the insistent bell. This is how it ends for you. “You’ll be silent forever, and I’ll be gone in the dark,” you threatened a victim once. Open the door. Show us your face. Walk into the light.”
— Michelle McNamara, “Letter to the Golden State Killer”
Interesting long read.
“‘Our love affair with making single-use disposable plastics out of a material that lasts for literally centuries — that's a disconnect, and I think we need to rethink our relationship with that,’ says Prof. Sherri Mason, a microplastics researcher who carried out the laboratory work at the State University of New York (SUNY).”
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Super interesting article.
RIP Stuart McLean. I will always remember: -laughing so hard reading one of your Dave & Morley stories on the bus that I was crying -getting some bad news in the morning on the day I was seeing your Christmas show and deciding nothing was going to ruin “Stuart McLean Day”- and nothing did -answering the phone at work one day and hearing your voice (I used to work for his brother- I am so sorry for your loss, Alistair.)