The DREAM is Coming

June 29, 2010

This is the press conference that the Arizona DREAM Act Coalition organized for the DREAM Act 5–the students arrested in Senator McCain’s office in Tucson.


Spirits: Miguel

June 28, 2010


Below is the story of an educated and compassionate DREAMer.  It is part of the Arizona DREAM Act Coalition’s “Spirits” campaign.  Aside from the hard work that DREAMers demonstrate there is also a story.  There is a story of a little kid that wants to be accepted, of a student that wants to contribute his intelligence to better this world, of a daughter that wants to help her family live a better life.  Above the work, the struggle and perseverance there is the Spirit.  Free the DREAM.

Spirit: Miguel

Miguel first shared his story with a group of us from the Arizona DREAM Act Coalition.  Miguel conveys emotion, vulnerability, and resilience when he shares his story.  Miguel, as long as you have hope, dreams, and friends you will never be alone!

Free the DREAM

June 25, 2010

Six years ago an 18-year old skinny brown kid was sitting in Pre-Calculus class writing a letter to himself he would completely forget about.  The letter was mailed back to him five years later.  It lingered in the paper mess located in the top drawer of his uncle’s kitchen.  Some months ago, I finally read it again.

I have not written a blog for months.  My brief moments of inspiration have been interrupted by news, planning meetings, conference calls or work.  Most of the time, however, I just don’t know what to write about.  I have been dabbling in politics for years now, but the last few months have been ridiculous.  The more I’ve tried to make sense of politics the faster I’ve forgotten what really matters.  Sometimes it feels like our current political system is meant to disappoint ideals and breed cynicism.  Politics, the pigsty world of greed and power that leaves do-gooders running home with an ache in their head, a rumble in their tummy and shit on their shoes.  At 11:50pm, after a nice microwave meal and a couple glasses of wine, I have found something to write about—or at least something to post.

Today immigrant youth are dying for an opportunity—in some cases, sadly, literally.  Today we talk about a student’s hopes and dreams, their right to an education but somehow those notions are not concrete enough to be valid.  Education?  Justice?  What is that?  Rights we’re taken away as outdated, undeserved and inconvenient.  And what are we supposed to tell the little girl who wants to be a puppy doctor?  What do we tell the boy who wants to fly?  Get out of town, just go.  Catch a ride somewhere you don’t know.  Cause god isn’t where the cactus grows, the mighty rivers here just don’t flow.

We’re losing a generation of humanity eager to make this world just a little better.  Losing it to bitter kindergarten politics.  I grew up with idealists, with dreamers.  My teachers were unafraid.  We grew up learning about the American Dream, vague enough for us to make of it what we wanted.  It’s difficult to realize that I haven’t met all the goals I set out for myself, but I’m very fortunate to have gotten where I am.  But I, we, can give more.  Free the DREAM.

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