September 15, 2018
I am from the city of Ceiba. A am forty-one years old and have had no schooling. I did all kinds of work: construction, painting, We decided to join the caravan because the situation in Honduras is hard. The main reason is there is no work. We heard that everybody would be with the caravan at the frontier. If we gave it a try, it would be good. We walked. We took rides when we could. We went from city to city. We stayed in parks. The trip was hard, bad. But we always had food and water. We thought about turning back,but we kept saying, keep on, we’ll make it. Keep on, we’ll make it. Like that.
Then when we got here to the border, there’s another challenge. We couldn’t cross.Supposedly there’s a number that you can get in order to cross so that they can give us asylum in the United States. Because some of us are afraid the gangs of Honduras, from the laws, from all this that is going on some of us really need asylum. Really I need asylum. But others in reality don’t need asylum in reality. I am running from death.
I worked as a fisherman, I was a mason, I learned a lot of different work—painting, how to build a house, using heavy equipment. I learned to work, if there were someone in Honduras who could give me work. So if I could find a place where I could paint, lay block. I really need this, but there are others who are just taking this opportunity to get something better.
I have family in Honduras, my mother, my siblings, my daughters. I haven’t been with my wife for eight years. My family supported my going. Really they’re still in danger from this hit man. He goes from neighbor to neighbor shoveling out what he can..
My brother went to Mexicali, asking for asylum. He’s in Chicago now, but his case isn’t decided yet. So when I heard about the caravan, I had to go and ask for asylum to get away from this man. Supposedly the government of Honduras put him in jail for thirty-five years, but after five years he was free, which is very little time. He got out like he never killed anyone, like he just killed some fleas. So my mother said, just go on. We need to go and ask for asylum because we are threatened by this person. The government doesn’t do anything because the government only looks out for itself. If the law worked like it should,this guy would have to serve his full thirty-five years that the law judged for him. What can we do? We can go from one side of the country to the other.Honduras is small. We don’t have the money to move from one city to another.Why do we need money? Because my mother has a little house in Ceiba, and we don’t have the money to buy another house. We just have money to buy tortillas.
And for this we are grateful to Mexico and to Guatemala because they gave us food and shelter. I walked about a thousand kilometers. We walked until eight at night.Some people gave us money. I left Honduras with about five hundred lempiras and for this they gave me about 250 pesos, so our money is worthless. We lived on pancakes (tortitas) and tortillas. Tortillas and pancakes. We were walking. For people who ride in a car, they need much less. [I saw that he was wearing flip flops.] I don’t have shoes. But we are here, thank God, and thank the people who helped us. And we hope that some day we will see our number, and they will give us asylum in the United States.
If they let me cross, if Señor Donald Trump gives me asylum, my dream is to work and to bring out my mother and my younger brother and my nephew from there and let them go to another city without the threats they experience there, to help them move to another place.A lot of people in Honduras leave the towns for the cities, but if they can come to the United States, there is a lot of work that they can do in construction, painting, in a factory.
My mother is an older woman and I would like to get her out of that danger, then maybe here in Mexico. I don’t want to stay in Mexico because it’s so cold. [I mentioned that not all of Mexico is as cold as Tijuana in December. But they say that Señor Donald Trump won’t let us in. But my family is trapped. There is no work and there are the gangs. This is the reality.