Monday, June 11, 2018
Yesterday, my mom asked me what I thought about the death of Marco Antonio Muñoz. Muñoz, 39, came to the U.S. from Honduras with his wife and three-year-old son. According to the Washington Post, Muñoz "lost it" when Border Patrol informed him that the family would be separated. He was booked into jail because of his extreme combativeness. That's where he committed suicide.
I'd seen the story about Muñoz, but I just couldn't deal with it. I certainly couldn't talk to my mom about it.
The past few weeks have just been one terrible piece of news after another. A zero-tolerance policy on the border with 100% prosecution of § 1325 crimes. Family separation at the border. The shooting of Claudia Patricia Gomez Gonzalez. Forced labor as material support of terrorism. The suicide of pro-immigrant chef Anthony Bourdain. The detention of pizza delivery man Pablo Villavicencio. Cutting back on domestic violence as the basis for asylum. That's just since MAY 7, people. Thirty-five days.
It's all left me feeling a bit like Sad Mumby.