I don’t care: A moral tale:

Hola, America. We came here from a faraway place in the south where anger and hate and fear have taken over the land. We left because our lives had become a human nightmare and we were in danger. With borrowed money we started our long journey north to a place where the people were kind and welcoming. Some called it “a shining city on a hill.”

Our journey was fearful. We walked for days and slept in the streets. In Mexico, we rode on top of a huge train called “The Beast” with others fleeing from danger. Sometimes people toppled off and lost their arms, legs or worse. It was a nightmare, but it was leading to “the American dream” we had heard about.

Finally, we arrived at the border, but we weren’t allowed in. For days we sat at the border until, finally, it was our turn to enter.

Our new home was in a big wire cage in a windowless building. We were the animals in the zoo. Would people pay a penny a look to see us? No one would talk to us and, one day, they sent me and some of the others out for a bath; I never saw my mama again. She never came back.

One day a beautiful lady visited. Did she pay a penny a look to see the little brown strangers? When she left, her back said “I really don’t care.”

Late one night they woke me and some of the others and took us far away on an airplane. We were very frightened. Will I ever see my mother again? When I ask, all they say is, “I really don’t care.”