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A Day in the Life of an Illegal AlienBy 'Pancho' (alias)
This essay is about an average day here for an illegal resident and worker.
(RESTRICTED) - First I would like to say that I tried to come here legally. I filed the visa/passport application with the US State Dept and paid my 1250 peso ($100 US) application fee. I was turned down and did not get that fee back.
I try to do things correctly, but really wanted to come here...so I did. I am an illegal alien, working illegally and getting numerous benefits..health care, assistance with my electric bill and while I am not on food stamps, I get a lot of free food from various sources.
I love this country ! My home country is corrupt beyond belief.
I am not the only person wanting to get out. The ruling class live fat, happy lives of prosperity while the workers get the crumbs and the bill. Our politicians are interested in their own careers and will sacrifice our people and our country if needs be to ensure their reign.
The police and federales are habitually corrupt and often brutal. Most all killings by law enforcement go unpunished and usually uninvestigated, other than a token "internal" hearing that always ends up with the police exonerated.
The average person in my country feels helpless to correct things, even though we are supposed to be a "democracy". It was this and the desire for a better life that caused me to decide to take the chance to come here, and I am so glad that I did.
I have been harassed back in my home country for speaking my mind against the government, so if I ever am arrested, I am going to try to get political asylum here and stay. I have experienced a little discrimination here, but not nearly what I was told to expect. On the contrary, most everyone has been quite helpful.
I did not know that I could get free medical treatment at the clinic here, till someone told me. Back home, I only went to a doctor or dentist if I was in serious condition, as I could not afford preventative visits, or any treatment that was not absolutely necessary.
Most of my work has come from locals, many of which know that I am an "illegal". About one third of the food I eat is given to me free, also by many people who know that I am not supposed to be here. I only have to pay half my electric bill...the govt pays the other half for me!
My housing is cheap too..I only have to pay $80 US for a nice big three bedroom house with a large yard. Last month I took our dog in and got her spayed and all her shots for free..courtesy of the taxpayers!
Even our dog is enjoying the benevolence of this society!
But I digress...this essay is about an average day here for an illegal resident and worker. It is not an unpleasant experience at all, although the threat of deportation hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles is a bit unnerving. Even a minor run-in with the law could mean arrest and deportation. I was asked once to show my visa, but smiled and told the officer that I left it at home, and that was the end of it.
Today I got up at my leisure in my $80 per month house, had coffee and ate some bananas that my neighbor gave me yesterday. His family have been so nice to us. They know we are illegals, my wife and I, and that we are hand-to-mouth and are not getting food stamps, so they try to help us out. Another friend of ours has found a good bit of work for us, and is our "front man".
He lines up the jobs and we give him a cut for his time, and for giving us the appearance of legitimacy. We did not bother to learn the language before we came here, so he helps us with that too...does the wage negotiating and collecting. He is a citizen and has many contacts.
I get a good bit of work because I am willing to work cheaper than my competition here. Of course, I would like to make as much money as I can, but when you are an illegal, you have to do whatever you can to get by. Today I am doing some work for the city I live in.
Of course, they do not know that an illegal is doing the work, thanks to our "front man".All they know is that "his" bid was the lowest. At the end of the day, I will bring home maybe $20, but coupled with the many benefits I recieve here, I am living a better life than I did in my own country. I miss my country and my family, but do not want to go back and visit unless I know I can come back here.
If I ever am deported, I will find a way to sneak back. Getting here was much easier than I expected. I even smuggled in a little mota (marijuanna) for my own use here, but it is long gone. Not to worry, however, beacause I have been trading tattoos (unlicensed and therefore illegal) for weed. Again, people know I am not licensed, but my prices are so incredibly low, they do not care.
I really want to be legal and do things by the book, but being hand-to-mouth, do not have the resources to re-apply for my visa or work permit. I imagine I would be turned down again and be out another 1250 pesos.
I figure everyone has to do what they have to do. There wasn't much work back "home" anyways, I am actually busier now than I was there. I really do love this country and the people here. I would like to be a citizen eventually if possible, but plan to stay here even if that never happens. The people here do not realize how good they have it. I hear people complain about the govt corruption and the police and I laugh and tell them that they have NO idea what a corrupt govt is.
Back in my country people can be arrested and held without charges indefinitely. A minor "crime" like possession of pot can result in seizure of everything you own...cars, house, even children ! Every encounter with law enforcement can result in death or arrest, even if you are innocent.
By comparison, the police here are quite benign and seem to actually be working for the people. It is a little after 1PM, and the city job is done and now we are doing some work for a restaurant... a small job, but a job nonetheless.
Do I feel bad about taking jobs from citizens? Yes I do, but I am on survival mode. I plan on being a positive force in my new country. I do not want to go back to my old country where I grew up. I live in Mexico now and love it. My old country was the United States, and I hope I am never deported and forced to go back. Till then, I am an "illegal".
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