September 27th, 2010 10:40pm

Extremely tired, need sleep. Woke up to the laughter of children, so innocent, full of joy, yet so wise to the ways of humans. Natalie (youngest niece) is a clever child knows how to get what she wants. At a very at very young age has mastered the art of persuasion. Makes me wonder if intelligence is inherited passed down from generation to generation, random effect with no causation, or developed through grueling work, most likely a combination.

                The DREAM Act is consuming my life. Wake up first thought the dream, bored during the importance of ethics in engineering lecture. What must I do to make this DREAM of mine a reality? I have been advocating for the DREAM Act for about a year and half, yet I am exhausted. The movement is addicting; the highs when a new senator co-sponsors, the lows when you realize what they have said all along “you are a lonely pawn, replaceable, in a much larger game.”

                True I am a pawn, but a pawn with an individualist mind. I am me, and only me. I am free to choose, free to decide the course of my life, though with limitation. One could say “I have limited freedom, nevertheless it is still liberty.” Then, again freedom as I know it is the ability to act, and to think without any physical or psychological impediment. Mental barriers are tougher to endure, for the mind controls all. The reality one lives is the image projected by the mind.  Yet in the overall sense there is an ultimate reality, but to whom does this vision belong, can it be own? It is an entity, or a brute fact of nature, similar to gravity?

                By my prognostics I am not completely free, in the land of the free. Hence, can anyone really be free? Free to express one’s sorrows, joys, anger, disappointments, disgusts, scorn, or will? As I understand the significance of the DREAM Act more, and more I have come to the realization, that no-one is truly free , in the physical sense. This is a birth right we surrender for our safety, but for metaphysical certitude, we must be free. Freedom must exist in one’s mind. If the mind controls all, then, we must be individuals, be unique, be free from oppression, hate, fear, free to love, free to loathe, free to dream.

                All we have is our thoughts, our vision, our dreams of a world where one will listen, LISTEN with as much effort as one does to speak. A world were passion, liberty, and valor will be more than theoretical definitions written down by great thinkers, but actions.  This is the spirit of the DREAM Act as I have perceived it. No one intended to be, no-one intended to create a movement, to begin the renaissance of the 21^st generation. Like the civil rights movement and the Chicano movement of the 1950-1960’s, dream generation is compromised of undocumented youth, residents, citizens, men, gays, lesbian, Christian, Muslims, Asian, Latinos, but above all else we are human beings.

              

  We are human beings, strong intelligent individuals with a vision of greatness, with skills and knowledge to achieve that vision. The vision of ending man’s dependence on fossil fuels, to end man’s hunger, a vision where morality will be the center of man’s mind, instead of power (money for our practical purposes). DREAM generation goes beyond the dream legislation, beyond the power old mighty dollar; it is an idea of hope.

                Hope is what OBAMA promised. Hope is what he inspired, hope is was the center of the Obama political machine, hope moves worlds, hope allows us to believe in that the improbable is possible, hope is vital to man essence. Obama created an atmosphere of hope, a can do attitude, with purist simplicity that we were all too eager to believe unquestionably.  Hope cannot be created merely by external factors (forces), it must have an internal seed, needing nutrients to flourish. As a result, hope cannot cease to exist, it merely hides under all the chaos, to be unleashed again. What Obama meant to the nation in 2008, the DREAM Act means to all of us who believe with a childlike euphoria in justice fairness, and above all else freedom. 

The Fourth Day

Its 11:32 am. Blank got nothing

Its 12:00 pm and I have to write a blog explaining on my experience has been at dream army camp. Really can’t put it into words right now. Mind is at a total blank. I am lost, unaware of my surroundings, unaware of what it is that I am doing. Unaware how insane it is to sleep on the sidewalk in the corner of a major cross-section. Unaware what drove us to act in this manner? Unaware that I am outside of John McCain’s office, and what it means to be here. What the consequences of my action could be. I am lost, will be lost for a very long time. I know this. Is the passage of the DREAM Act assured, up in the air, or is it just a dream?

Its 2pm and nothing pops into my tiny little head, no original thought, nothing worthwhile. No true emotion desperately wanting to be freed. All its garbage, it has been all along, garbage.

4pm arrives as fast as 2pm, following 3pm with no regard for human complain. I am getting old, I am getting sicker, I am tired, time could care less, in fact by its nature its doesn’t care. I am hungry and stunned; so many people show their support for us. Amaze that we, young adults lost in the chaos of immigration reform, entrenched in the dirt, might actually contribute significantly to the cause. So, we are not alone in Arizona, if we are not, why does it fell that we are? Just thoughts, everything is just a thought I believe. Do I believe or is it certitude? I will leave for later.

6pm DRILL, maybe DRILL. DREAM ARMY drill.

           

8pm had a good talk with a friend regarding school, comics, and life in general.

           

10:30 pm picked up 15ft American flag from a friend of my friend. Weird how these terms are used. Better not lose it.

11:15pm time to unwind

Today I awoke tired, hungry, and bewilder. Took a step back and asked myself, “What I am doing? It wasn’t what am I doing today, more like what am I doing with my life. Am I losing perspective of the important things, or gaining new understanding of what truly matters?  Simple question, yet difficult to answer. First thought that popped into my head was to head to DREAM Army camp, show my support and commitment to the cause. Second thought was to go with the phone banking team headquarters.

This word “DREAM” it has a new significance to a mere state of being. It has transcended grammar, as well as, politics to become an idea. This is what I know about an idea; an idea can not be trapped, it can not be measured, an idea moves worlds, an idea can save man. The DREAM Act has become an idea, and we dreamers are a concept. We refer to ourselves as dreamers, not only for our legal status, but our moral condition to fight for justice. The DREAM Act is more than a piece of legislation, more than a document, its more than me; it’s the hope of a nation. Yes, you might think I am over exaggerating right now, but take a step back.

The DREAM Act goes beyond race, genre, ethnicity, religion, or politics. A person can be undocumented with a college degree, but still not a dreamer. While, a person might be 100% pure blooded American, yet that person is a dreamer. We have 800,000 (according to my sources) eligible DREAM Act candidates, yet as a group we made just a little over 15,000 calls to senators asking for their support on Friday. A large portion of these calls came from citizens, or residents, leads me to a point where are all these so called “dreamers”.

Time is of the essence, not only to legalize the dream generation but to change the course of the nation. The United States of America no longer produce the most copper in the western hemisphere Chile does, the richest man is not American, but Mexican, and Canada and Venezuela produce more oil than us. Times are changing, no longer can the ideas of the past prevail, they are becoming obsolete, new minds are needed to fill the gap, to solve problems. It is on our shoulders, “if we choose to accept, the course of our nation that is.”

We say I want to contribute, pursue journalism, become a doctor, but which among us (dreamers) have the desire to save this world. The world is in trouble, the most it has seen. We youth tend to ignore the problems of the world, become close minded in our little facebook chats, little get together, little socials, little vacations. Vacations from what, work, family, school, our lives? Isn’t that what we fought for so long to have lives, to have a job, to have a family? Now we don’t want it. Thousands of human beings will die today from hunger, disease, torture, war, lack of access to clean water. While we complain about traffic, how hot it is in Arizona, about the rising prices of oil. It’s sad and pathetic, but what can we do we are simple mortals with insignificant lives.

            Who among us, cares about humanity, beyond all its superficialities, above all its corruption, deceit, and savagery. Who among us would dedicate (I don’t believe in sacrifice) his/her life to save something which has no desire to save itself. The ozone layer is vanishing with every piece of coal that China, and India burn, with every mile our vehicles our cars make, with every kilowatt hour produce by a power plant. We are polluting our oceans; many regions of the world suffer from perpetual water shortages. We are killing ourselves over oil, race, gender, sexual orientation, nationality, ignorance and even borders. Borders which only protect us from external dangers, thus, leaving us wide open to the internal. Which are worse? We are blinded by our desire to feel safe. We don’t acknowledge the fact that we are afraid of tomorrow. We live with no regard of the future; we loot of our neighbors, brothers, and strangers.

            We are parasites, living off the Earth, yet we think we are entitled. Entitle to what I say? Entitle to an education? Entitle to a car? Entitle to our own room? The only thing we are entitling to as rational human beings is our freedom, our right to pursue that which is most important to us. Everything else needs to be earned.

I know of one person who believes in the Dreamers. He inspires me to be greater than what I could ever conceive of being possible. He is humble, yet confident. He cares about human beings, really cares. He symbolizes this quote I once heard “Even though I disagree with your opinion I would fight for your right to have it.” In retrospect what type of person would I be if I didn’t pay tribute. What human being would I be if I were to quit. I wouldn’t be a dreamer, that’s the type of person I would be. 11:59 pm