November 30, 2018
The first time I went to the US was in 2000, when I was 18. I was deported to Mexico, and then went back in to Gruenau, Texas. I was deported again and returned in 2010. I worked until December 2015. Then I traveled to Miami and flew from Miami to Honduras to see my father. Traveling to Honduras was my own choice then. My father was sick and I wanted to see him one last time. He died one month and two weeks after I returned. He died on January 22, 2016.
I wanted to work in Honduras but the situation was very difficult. I had a house and a car, but I was threatened when I tried to work. The gangs were extortionists, pandillas. They demanded a percent of my sales. I had a shop where I sold shoes and clothes.
I got married in 2017. Then I went to the American Embassy in Honduras to ask for a visa. I was denied because of my deportations. My wife and child are already in the US. The child is two years old, her child by a previous partner. My wife is wearing an ankle tracker and has a hearing coming up in Chicago in two or three months. She is staying with her sister in Columbus, Ohio, and working there. They have to rent a car to go to her court hearing. It’s expensive.
I tried to enter again at Piedras Negras, Texas in August and was deported again in September. I have never had any problem with the law except with immigration. All I want to do is help my family. Everything is for my daughter. I have American friends. They would like to help me, but they say there is nothing they can do.
Today is my birthday. Look here on my passport. I was born on November 30, 1979.
I have been a victim in Mexico. I was attacked in Nuevo Leon. Here is the police report. This page shows the surgeon’s report. Here is my own testimony. I showed this at the United States border, but they weren’t interested. There were four of us in the group when I was attacked. One was a Mexican. We were waiting for a train. One of the criminals had a firearm. I had eight injuries. They took everything. Luckily I had my Honduran identification certificate, so I was able to get a new passport.
In Honduras, everyone is afraid.
The first time I came to the United States, I wanted to help my family. I had no fear then. At the time of my first deportation, I was with a group of Mexicans, from Nuevo Laredo. If I said I was Honduran they would separate me from them, so I said I was Mexican. We went to Querétaro.
I stayed for two days, then crossed again, near San Antonio and Three Rivers. I went to Gorges and worked for a farmer for six months. Then I went to San Antonio, then Houston. In Houston, I worked in a Chinese restaurant. I worked twelve hours a day, six days a week, and they paid me $1,500 a month. They gave me a place to live and I was able to send home $1,100 a month. I had nothing. I had no choices. I worked there for fifteen months.
I’m not happy in my country. I will be happy to be with my family. I can’t see going back. I want to live in the United States so I can have peace and tranquility. In the United States, people respect one another and they value education.
In Honduras, the president has marches in the street. I don’t really know who is behind the marches, but clearly they have ties with the government. His followers assault people. They will stop traffic. They break windows so they can enter people’s houses and rob them. I never saw anything in fifteen years in the United States like I did in the little time I was back in Honduras. In the United States, I was accustomed to getting up and five in the morning and going to work. In Honduras, I got up at five in the morning and do nothing. There was no work. Everything there was stress. My mind was occupied with worry and stress.
When I returned to the United States on June 10, 2010, I went to work right away.
When I returned to Honduras in 2015, I didn’t intend to return to the United States. I wanted to work there. All I had was fear and insecurity. If you make a little, the delinquents take that.
Ranchers came into the town with rifles, walk around and threaten us. Or they would sit inside their watch posts and track our movements. They were vigilantes, threatening us.
The Mexicans have helped us. They are our brothers. Still we feel insecure here. In the United States, you can walk home at night safely or go to a restaurant. Now I find myself here in Mexico. I have no idea how I will get in. The last time I crossed in Piedras Negras, the judge gave me twenty-five days before my deportation. I didn’t have an ankle monitor. On the last day, I didn’t go back to the judge. I just returned to Mexico on my own.
Since I have been in Tijuana I talked to an immigration lawyer, but I didn’t understand her.
I think my wife will get a permit to stay. I am still in touch with her. She has a lawyer, and her sister got her work. This is a struggle for her. It is a big trip from Honduras. It’s hard with one there [in the US] and the other here. The judge in Piedras Negras told me I that I would get six months for another illegal crossing.
We’re doing all this for our daughter. We talked about going to Costa Rica or Spain, but decided on the United States. When I went to the Embassy, they told me I should apply for a pardon for my previous deportation, and gave me the paperwork. It costs $585. The lawyer told me I can’t enter illegally again. If I get the pardon and apply for the visa again, I think I can get it. My biggest problem is the 2000 deportation. I can’t go back to Honduras. There’s too much trauma. If there were a different president, I don’t know what it would be like.
I’ve never had any problem with the law, except for immigration.