The Shepherds
By Davidae Stewart
Each year, 50,000 immigrant visas are made available through a lottery to people who come from countries with low rates of immigration to the United States. The State Department's National Visa Center holds the lottery every year, and chooses winners randomly from all qualified entries. Anyone who is selected under this lottery will be given the opportunity to apply for permanent residence. If permanent residence is granted, then the individual will be authorized to live and work permanently in the United States. Instructions are usually posted in August, and the registration period is usually held in October each year. None of these visas are available for people who come from countries that have sent more than 50,000 immigrants to the United States in the past five years. Mexico is one of those countries that do not qualify.
And, thus is the problem with our story.
When you think of an illegal alien you imagine a bracero, a Mexican migrant worker. But not Georgia State Supreme Court Judge Babcock Williams Bahamian nanny, Martinique Rolle, or her fiancée, First Lieutenant Ricardo Velasquez, whos been serving in Iraq since the war ended a year ago.
You dont think of them.
But since were here. Lets look at their predicament. Its Christmas Eve and Martinique hasnt heard from Rico. She would like to attend church tonight and pray for his safety, but the Judge and his wife has left Martinique with their newborn daughter, Lourdis, to attend a Christmas Party at the Governors Mansion. All the other domestics have gone home to be with their family. Rico is all the family Martinique has.
She and Rico came to America three and four years ago, respectively to find the American Dream. And to their surprise, they found each other, while working--more like hiding out--in the same affluent, Alpharetta neighborhood. Martinique, a caramel coated Betty Boop with dark flowing hair that fell well over her shoulders, fell even harder for Ricardo, a cinnamon-kissed, Columbian six-footer with a strong build and a stronger gaze, who worshipped the honeysuckle smell of her hair and the little bit of Spanish Martinique knew.
Rico became a US soldier, hoping for easy citizenship for the both of them. Yet weeks had passed since his deplorement to Fallujah. The last letter Martinique received Rico asked for her hand in marriage.
So sweet. Anyway
Its Christmas Eve and Martinique is sitting in the great room rocking the baby when someone knocks on the front door. People have been stopping by all evening, spreading Christmas cheer and dropping off gifts for the Judge. Nothing new.
But when she answered the door, to find Mavis Crawford, the Judges next-door neighbor standing on the front door, she wasnt pleasantly surprised. Mavis husband had employed Rico before he enlisted in the military. Mavis didnt approve of Ricos leaving, and, of course, blamed Martinique for losing their best Rickyas if there were many others.
And for that reason, to Martinique, Maviss resembled a crème colored crow.
Neek Neek
the neighborhood nickname for MartiniqueMavis squawks as she enters the foyer. I received a letter in our mail addressed to you. She pulls an envelope out of her coat pocket. Its from our best Ricky, but
Apparently, Mavis has read the letter and discovered Martiniques illegal situation. For the crows silence Martinique must agree to watch her twin grandsons on occasion
like tonight.
The Judges already okayed the new arrangements. Mr. Crawford made our dinner reservations for eight-thirty. My son and daughter-in-law can bring the kids by around eightish. If thats okay with you
? Mavis heels click toward the Judges kitchen-her normal destination when he or Mrs. Besty isnt home. Ill give you a little time to think about it.
Martiniques mouth falls open. She plops back down on the love seat and begins to cry. How can she care for three babies and study for her citizenship test? Why cant she have a day off?
The phone rings. She picks it up. Williams residence.
Martinique. Its Sister Angelina, Pastor Kings wife.
She places the baby in her day cradle that rests near the settee. Then leans forward in the chair, to see if Mavis is on her way back from the kitchen. No ones coming.
She places the phone closer to her mouth and whispers. Im sorry. Can you repeat that?
Im Angelina King. Pastor Moses Kings wife. You and I met last month at Bethlehem Church
.We have the ESOL Program?
Someone rings the doorbell.
She hesitates.
Yes. She stands up. I remember.
Well
I have good news. The Visa Lottery Program opens up tomorrow. Youve a chance for permanent citizenship. Im sending a yellow cab to pick you up, so pack your things. You have to be at the Capitol first thing Christmas morning.
She tiptoed out of the living room. Couldnt see Mavis. But how? The lottery was closed in October.
Its a miracle. The President has commissioned the State Department to give a few more people a chancecall it a Christmas gift. I dont know, but I praise God for it.
She stopped at the front door. I cant go anywhere. People are stopping by, Im watching the baby again and two more kids are on their way. This is probably them at the door.
Look, Sweetie. This is a gift from heaven. One of our trustees son works for the State Department in DC, and he found your application for us. Do you understand? This is your chance for freedom,
for you and your fiancées own pursuit of happiness. Understand?
The doorbell ringer knocks this time.
Hold on
let me just... She says as she glances through the peephole.
Two Marine Soldiers stand at the door. She grips the phone. Lordis cries. She looks down the foyer and gulps her conscience with her broken heart down her throat before she speaks into the phone.
Now Im sure youre wandering will Martinique leave that baby alone? Will she shirk her responsibility for a newfound freedom just as the shepherds left their flocks for Bethlehem?
Would you?
Of course she doesn't leave the baby alone. But boy did Mavis get a big surprise when she returned from the kitchen to find she needed to add another member to the dinner guest list.
As you know--shepherds were underclass servants who brought the good news of Christs birth to the world. And delivered the message that all men are created equal under God. Here I have presented a fictional account of two migrant workers, who must choose liberty over their circumstances. I hope that we, the liberated, can be thankful for Americas gift of liberty to us. For like Martinique and Salwe all were once shepherds.