My Beautiful Mother & I A lot of people say that I look and act like my mom. We have the same cheeks, on our face and rear end. We both like to talk way too much and think we are funnier than we really are. I always have to be careful when I am in public because the odds are that someone knows who my mom is. I used to annoy her by constantly asking “Why?” to things that she said. I was never satisfied with simple answers.

St. John's June 20, 1992My mom used to tell me about her college days at Creighton. These were some of the best years of the first part of her life before I was born (the dull years). After I was born, the next 21 years would be her favorite because, duh, I am a delight.

There are two specific events that my mom recalls the most. 

The first being when she met her best friend, my dad, in a car on the way to the store to get party supplies. Intrigued by hi

s silence, she asked her friends about him. Eventually, she befriended the quiet, brown boy. In an attempt to flirt, they would play tag and run up and down the stairs, chasing each other in circles. She sprained her ankle one too many times. Whether or not this was an effort to trap my dad into feeling bad for her or if she was really hurt, I do not know. After dating for seven years, they got married in Saint John’s on June 20th (Happy Anniversary).

My Parents on June 20, 1992
My Parents on June 20, 1992

They waited two more years before they had the most incredible child they could ever dream of. Afterwards came three more hooligan children with whom I have had to teach how to be civilized.

The second noteworthy experience that my mother had at Creighton was her immersion to the Dominican Republic with the ILAC program. She was one of the first females to lead a group as well as one of the only non-medical students. This experience helped her become more fluent in Spanish. I would flip through her albums and see her grinning with her braided hair talking to the Dominicans. This was one of the few moments that I thought my mom was cool. There was one picture that I distinctly remember. It was of a little girl, maybe 3 or 4, and a bowl full of dirty water where she was cleaning her sandals. I took interest in the photograph because the girl looked to be around my age at the time.

A girl from the DR washing her shoes in a small tub.
A girl from the DR washing her shoes in a small tub.


That was my first exposure to the third world and to those less fortunate than me. 

My mom planted a seed within me. Ever since then, she has taken me along with her to serve those less fortunate in our community. My mom made sure that I would become a women for others. She has taught me that it is important to pray, but even more important to act. She has taught me that it is important to act, but even more important to do thoughtfully and intentionally. She has taught me to do things with purpose and with love. She has taught me to not be satisfied with the initial image that I am presented with while serving others. But to rather ask why things are the way they are? 

During my journey to the border, I tried to keep her lessons in mind. I saw a wall that literally divided a city into two, that sliced streets right through the middle. What happened that the US felt a need to build something so ugly and disrupt a city? I saw women and children who had been exposed to the desert, left to fend for themselves. Why were they left so vulnerable? I experienced the border patrol and the stone cold faces that they wore. Why the cold vibes? I saw the unjust Operation Streamline and how many people a day, in just one court setting, were prosecuted as criminals for illegal entry and re-entry. Why do they need to be prosecuted as criminals and face time in private jails? Why are people okay with putting millions of their own tax dollars into private people’s pockets by putting migrants into jail? I saw people face dehumanization, corruption, violence. Why have we become so immune to these injustices. Why do we find it okay to devalue someone else’s life? 

Why am I just now discovering all of the injustices that are going on at our Southern border? What other injustices have I not yet learned about? How can I continue to act and serve when I am just one, broke, college student?

5 thoughts on “Why?

  1. Maria! You continually amaze me! I love you very much and could Not be more proud of you! It is also so nice to hear my “teaching lessons” were not in vain!

  2. Maria, this is Lola dictating to your mom, you did a great job writing your article. You are a journalist, a high-class journalist. The lessons your mom taught you are very important in facing the future. Both your mom and dad are very broad of you I know you’re working hard and you are reaching for the stars so keep up the great work! Your mom and dad love you very very much and lola loves you mucho mucho!

  3. The “why” is still unfair and unanswerable. 😧 So, now it’s time to ask ourselves, “What can we do to change these injustices?” I’m so glad and encouraged that we have caring, faith-filled youth such as you, Maria, to help change this world and make it a better place. It’s up to us to be the hands and feet of Jesus and treat EVERYONE as our brothers and sisters.

    1. So nice to read about your experiences, Maria. Keep asking those questions. Have you ever considered JVC as another opportunity to serve, learn and grow? I know your parents are proud and I can tell you that I am proud just to know you the little that I do. Keep up the good work!

  4. One of our Presidential candidates has asserted that the great majority of these people are criminals and rapists. I think one very valuable thing you could do while you are down there with these people is write something that disputes that notion (from my experience that notion seems ridiculous but you are in a spot to verify that). I think the most convincing thing would be to get statistics that would categorize the origin of those being returned and what they were doing in the US when they were deported. In documenting the origins, it might be useful to determine if particular regions are the center of drug trade and note if a large number are not from those regions. Also, what percentage of those being returned were convicted of any crime other than being in the US illegally. You should mention that that statistic is going to be on the high side for criminals because illegal immigrants committing a crime is probably one of the main ways they are identified (i.e. the vast majority of illegal immigrants never commit a crime and don’t get identified). So if that statistic is 10 percent, it already shows Trump’s contention to be false and it is also much higher than the true value (because most illegals don’t commit crimes and aren’t identified). Not sure if it would easy for you to get that data while you are down there but I thought I would throw the idea out there.

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