By Aviv Tomé |
In recent light of the caravans on the border carrying the Honduran flag, I felt the necessity to step out as a Honduran, and defend the image of my country. Honduras has suffered for decades in the hands of corruption, greed and hopelessness. Through layers of crime and hatred, it has dismantled the spirit of the people. However, I refuse to lose hope for my country.
With the Trump administration pushing its anti-immigration terror agenda, it has become hard as an immigrant to show my colors freely and embrace my culture in this country. There is an immediate stigma, a specific distinction from the crowd, that engulfs me. It deters me from being proud of who I am.
Every day my family in Honduras pleads, “Hide your colors, it’s not a good time to be an immigrant.” My parents, both still in Honduras, urge me to follow the rules, “Don’t be too controversial; your voice isn’t welcome in that country.” But how can I remain silent when I feel my home calling me? When the deep green pastures, the exotic wildlife and the vibrant cultures scream for help?
Shedding light on President Trump’s political aim to whip up fear, ignorance and disrespect has created a multi-faceted issue that surpasses the Honduran borders. Despite Honduras being a third world country and one of the most dangerous places to live, it is still my home. Corruption, greed and selfishness may pump through the veins of some politicians, but others stand proudly next to the resilient people. Although I hear countless Hondurans spit on their ground, I don’t lose hope for my crumbling country. We are fighters, survivors, a community of hearts that come together in times like these. I refuse to lose my pride for my flag, my land, my home.
The Honduran government has neglected its people for decades. Since Liberal President Jose Manuel Zelaya Rosales to the present; Honduras has suffered leakage of goods for the people while the one percent swim in it. In a country divided by socio-economic politics, it is easy to misjudge the intricate poverty, illiteracy and violence .
I refuse to allow my country to become a poster child for anti-immigration. I refuse to let fear dismember the faith and hope that beats in the hearts of Hondurans. We are a community resilient to change, and I believe in my Catrachos that despite the hardships of government corruption, we stand tall.