â€œI live about 30 minutes North of here. There really isnâ€™t any work up there. My husband is a mechanic from Mexico. He has his own auto repair business and helps me look after the children. I drive down here to work. I like it, the hours are flexible so it makes the family side easier.â€
â€œI have 5 children. MyÂ firstborn is 15, the youngest is 2.Â Itâ€™s good becauseÂ my mom helps, particularly with my eldest. He likes her and she likes him. Itâ€™s a good relationship and they bonded at birthâ€.
She will miss him when he moves away.
â€œThat wonâ€™t happen. He is 15 years old with the mind of a 2 year old. When he was in my womb, the umbilical chord had wrapped around his neck three times and choked him.â€
â€œDo you get help from the authorities, the local government, social services?â€
She looked at me as if I was an alien.
â€¨â€¨â€œNo. There is not much government help on the reservation, but we all help each other.â€
â€œI have no idea who my father is. My mother, sheâ€™s Navajo, told me once that he was Irish â€“ but he has long gone.â€¨â€¨
â€œWe survive in the nation. We always have.â€
My fellow Americans, we are and always will be a nation of immigrants. We were strangers once, too.
â€¦ strangers to the nations that had already been here for hundreds, if not thousands, of years.