IF THE I.C.E. MAN COMETH FOR THEE

 

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FROM THE WASHINGTON STATE HUMAN RIGHTS

WEBSITE  

YOU HAVE RIGHTS!

IF YOU HAVE BEEN DETAINED CALL 1-866-439-6631 to speak with an advocate and be connected with an attorney.

Do not sign any document until you have spoken with an attorney!
This document might allow them to deport you.
You have the right to make a phone call.
You have the right to speak to a lawyer.
You have the right to remain silent unless your lawyer is present.
You have the right to a hearing before an immigration judge.

IF YOUR FAMILY MEMBER HAS BEEN DETAINED:
If government officials come to your door, DO NOT open the door unless they have a warrant.
If government officials enter your home without a warrant, tell them you do not consent to the search.
You have the right to remain silent if someone asks about your status.
You have the right to speak to a lawyer, and to remain silent until your lawyer is present.
You do not have to show anyone your papers if they ask.
If you are undocumented, DO NOT attempt to visit your family member in detention.

Call  Washington Community Action Network (206) 389-0050 ext. 106 to speak with an advocate and be connected with an attorney.

Community meeting with the Diversity Commission of the City of Lynnwood

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Recent actions by local police have damaged trust between local police and residents. For example, many residents when stopped for traffic infractions have been asked about their immigration status, and later sent to Immigration and Customs Enforcement.

When this happens, many people no longer feel safe reporting crimes or collaborating as witnesses.

The Diversity Commission will hear stories from Seattle, where residents and city officials have worked together to pass an ordinance and build relationships that are making the community safe for all residents. These examples show that trust between police and the community make the community safer and stronger.

Come and join us, and let’s work together to make Lynnwood a safe and welcoming city!

WHERE:   Lynnwood Library 

                  19200 44th Ave W 
   Lynnwood, WA 98036 

WHEN:   6:30PM

WHERE:   Wednesday, October10th

 

Washington Community Action Network

La Red Activa Comunitaria de Washington

220 S River St

Seattle, WA 98108

206-389-0050 x106

WASHINGTONCAN!

 

Civil Rights From The Twilight Zone

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Rod Serling gave this speech back in 1968, just after I turned four years old. (link at the end of this post)

 In the wake of Jena, The ICE Raids and the Wars in Iraq And Afghanistan as well as the questions raised by the Patriot Act

one can see that

Rod Serling could have given this speech yesterday.

How sad and how utterly tragic that is.

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Suddenly we are a nation whose new battle slogan is law and order. 

Last year it won countless numbers of elections. 

It’s the great new American euphemism. 

Law and Order. 

It is now interchangeable with God, Motherhood, the Constitution and the Holy Grail. 

But how empty and how suspect is this sloganry when it points up the incredible selectivity on the part of America’s citizenryhow picky and choosey they are when it comes to moral outrage. 

Rod Serling

December 4, 1968

Moorpark College

Brain Freeze In An I.C.E Storm

I live near a City where this has been happening: 

Along with this, we are seeing an increase in reports of people being stopped by the police for traffic enforcement, and then being asked about their immigration status.

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I look “Latino”- so does that mean if I get stopped I might have to prove I ‘belong’ here?

And if I can’t does that mean I get deported back to my

place of origin?

! WOW !

Good thing it’s a short bus ride to Seattle.

They Got Walter

when you think about it 

it’s very easy for us to express opinions and write columns and argue the

‘immigration issue’

it’s another to live it-

my friend sent me this and asked me to put it up on my blog, so here it is.

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      My daughter told me when I dropped her off at work at Market Basket last week: “They got Walter.” The police, or ICE, had come to the supermarket and picked up “Walter”. He was a young Latino who had worked his way up to full-time. Nobody on the job knew where he was taken, and nobody knew why he was taken. In the following days it was said the he had a false social security number. The large-scale raids were supposed to be aimed at the MS-13 gang, but others, including a union organizer, were caught up, and terror spread through the “New Immigrant” communities like thunderstorm across the Kansas plains.

      White neighborhoods didn’t even know about the raids. But the Latino neighborhoods were deserted. Around the corner from my union hall in Lynn, Ma., Union St. has been transformed in the last 20 years from an abandoned district inhabited largely by drug dealers into a bustling commercial center of Latino businesses. When news of the raids was spread by the Spanish radio stations, a weird silence spread over Union St. and other Spanish neighborhoods down into East Boston. The little store selling religious icons of Jesus and Mary was empty. White employers complained that their workers disappeared. Parents kept their children home from school, behind locked doors.

      Legal residents were affected as well as those who had crossed the border illegally or overstayed their legal welcome. People knew from the workplace raids in New Bedford, Ma. earlier this year that you could be arguing your case from a jail cell in Texas with little access to legal help and far from your children and even prescription medicines. Better to miss pay and risk discipline on the job, and stay home with your children.

      The night before I heard about Walter from my daughter, I had met with a group of Lynn Guatemalans who wanted to organize a union. Their story is important to anyone who thinks a massive crackdown on illegal workers will improve conditions for the rest of us. I’ll call the company Avaricious, Inc. 

      The day after word spread of the raids, sixty percent of the workers did not show. So Avaricious called a temp agency. They paid less than the regular employees—top rate after 10 years was about $14–and of course, no benefits. Now the workers expect Avaricious to lay many of them off and use the temp agency permanently.

      Avaricious thus saves money, but more importantly, is protected from ICE. They are no longer responsible for the “illegals” since they are not the employer of record. ICE would be faced with chasing ever more desperate and impoverished workers through shifting, shadowy scab temp agencies that make Avaricious look like a model employer. 

      So fear reigns over millions of workers and their families in the United States, making them less likely to stick their heads up and organize unions or file complaints with government agencies. Just this week a Guatemalan construction worker from Lynn fell off a roof and was killed—it turned out his age was 17. The problem only gets worse–wages and benefits at the low end of the labor market drop, and are a downward pressure on all wages. This is where we are headed.

      Will this stop undocumented workers like Lynn’s Guatemalans from coming? No. We really need to correct our willful ignorance of our own history if we are going figure out what to do about immigration. 

      In 1950 Guatemalans elected the mildly reformist President Arbenz. Arbenz wanted to give plantations workers rights to the land under their company houses. This would mean the workers could organize unions without being thrown out of their homes. This pissed off the Boston-based United Fruit company, which had enjoyed the unrestricted right to exploit Guatemala at their whim. So in 1954 United Fruit and the CIA organized an invasion from Honduras and expelled Arbenz to Mexico, replacing him with pro-corporate military leaders.

      Many Guatemalans reasonably concluded that the United States would kill them if they challenged the domination of the corporations, and headed to the mountains. A 30 year civil war cost 300,000 lives. The State Department reported to then-President Reagan that US funded and trained government soldiers committed atrocities like throwing babies down wells, in the course of defending “democracy”. More than 400,000 people fled the country, largely to the US.

      Most Guatemalans in Lynn come from San Marcos, which was hit hard by the civil war. Since the guerrillas signed a peace agreement in 1996, “free trade” has continued to devastate San Marcos. Foreign power and mining interests have driven people from their homes to make way for “mega-project” development. Since the neoliberal model mandates that development is for export, 25% of the homes in the countryside still have no electricity, while power is shipped North. There is no work for displaced farmers. Villages are emptied, especially of men. Indigenous protesters have been harassed, even killed, and the area is becoming increasingly militarized. 

      Until conditions improve, immigrants will keep coming. Duh. And it is a desperate journey. You leave your families. You pay a smuggler $5-10,000 to get across the border. Thousands have died during the trip. US Border Patrol funding had already multiplied by six since 1990 to $1.6 billion annually before the wall-builders got their hands in our pockets—to no avail. All so you can send a little over $300 a month to feed hungry mouths at home. You could say that Lynn’s Guatemalans are just making informed market choices, joining the hundreds of millions of workers who search the desolate neoliberal global landscape for work. Simply to eat. Simply to live.

      ICE raids will make things worse for immigrants and other workers here in the US.

      There is of course, another, better choice. Workers at Avaricous could be granted the basic human right to organize a union. Wages and benefits would stabilize and improve. A path to citizenship would bring these workers and their families out from the shadows. Guatemalans already have the highest rate of labor market participation and work the longest hours of any group in Lynn. They could participate civic life. Businesses on Union St. and even Avaricious would have steady customers and workers. The growing chasm between rich and poor would begin to shrink for the first time in decades as a major downward pressure on wages was eliminated.

      These are our choices, at a turning point in our movement’s history. The right choice means fighting not only the haters and their apologists on the right, including the simplistic and intellectually facile harangues of Lou Dobbs. It also means insisting that brothers and sisters in our movement among US born workers think this through and act accordingly.

      A couple of cliches seem appropriate as a conclusion to this column. We need to ask our members to be careful of what they wish for—because we reap what we sow.

      That’s how “They got Walter.”

 

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for your consideration- read HERE to see how another community

has been affected by Anti-Mexican Hysteria

Peaceful Protest and Vigil for Human Rights

Melt I.C.E.!

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Peaceful Protest and Vigil for Human Rights

1-4pm, Sat. Oct. 13th

Northwest Detention Center

1623 E. J Street – Tacoma, WA 98421

(360)381-0293 – notinmycounty@qwest.net

Federal Immigration and Customs Enforcement (I.C.E.) agents continue to terrorize immigrant communities in Washington State and across the country with increasingly militaristic raids, armed arrests, covert detentions and deportations. We ask that you join us in protest of these aggressive enforcement tactics and violations of our neighbors’ civil and human rights. Many of our friends and neighbors are being held in this private corporate run Detention Center. Join us in honoring the legacy of Cesar Chavez by being in solidarity with immigrant families from across the State. Help to expose this ugly prison being run for profit from the terrorist Actions against hard working immigrant families.

(360)752-3344 – notinmycounty@qwest.net

WWW.NOTINMYCOUNTY.ORG

A Nice Place To Visit

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When I was a kid, I lived on a neat street.

The kids were neat and the parents were neat and all the kids were in Scout Troops or took swimming lessons at the pool.

They all went on camping trips and had barbeques during the summer and during the winter they all went skiing.

Except for me, of course.

When we first moved to this neat street my parents used to try and force me to play with the neighbor kids and I wouldn’t- I said they were Zombies and that I was pretty sure they’d eaten the last kid who lived in our house.

I remember the way my Dad looked at me the first time I said that. He just shook his head and I’m not sure but I think it was weeks before he said another word to me.

I was nine at the time- so I could be off on that by a bit. 

The problem was I wasn’t a neat kid, I was that weird little kid that didn’t have any friends and never got invited to parties and I got kicked out of Blue Birds because I forgot to bring the treats when it was my turn to do treat day.

Actually the Blue Bird Leader’s daughter kicked me out- I didn’t care because they never got treats that day-, which still makes me laugh when I think about it.

I may have been a weird kid, but I wasn’t a dumb kid and I made it a point to never be with any of these kids alone- or with their parents who smiled too much.

In fact, I used to have nightmares about those kids and their parents and in my dreams they were running me down with their station wagons.I still have those dreams.

Over the years I ran into some of these kids- I drove one to their final resting place in a hearse, a friend of mine arrested one for molesting his children and another is in prison for killing her stepson.

After I kept hearing these stories I decided to take a drive down that Neat Street.

I saw the Neat Parents- they were puttering around their lawns or checking their mail or talking to their neighbors (just like the old days, it’s true some things never change) and I was horrified at how they all looked so worn out and old and tired and I realized those weren’t the Neat Parents-

I was looking at the Neat Kids. 

I slammed my brakes on and pulled visor down and looked in my vanity mirror and checked my face. I don’t know what I was looking for, but it was awhile before I felt calm enough to drive away.

I could hear myself, that nine year old Anita say, “ Told you, they’re Zombies. Now let’s go home.”

And that’s exactly what I did.