GLOW Workwear supports DACA. Because we aren't scared of people being able to work.
I have a feeling.
It's a good feeling when I'm working. Physically working outside and I'm sweaty and the fall air is crisp. Damn, is that pumpkin pie I smell in the air? No, I made that up. My body is generating a lot of heat yet the air is cold around me. It's that magical combo.
Today I wonder what It would feel like to not be able to work freely. What if I were a child of an undocumented immigrant, crossing the border some years ago, as a baby. What would my life look like if I was scared I'd be deported to a country I didn't even know?
I have a lot of questions I don't have an answer to. I let my mind wander while I work. Where would I work if I was undocumented? I would be limited in how I contributed my skills. I couldn't just work any ol' job I wanted.
After college, I worked for a few months in Denver. I worked at an after school reading program. I worked with 4th graders that ran a train over me in the classroom (Hi real teachers! Thanks for doing what you do!). I also worked with 1st graders. They were so much kinder. Sitting in the cafeteria, we all chomping carrot sticks, I asked if they ever went back to Mexico to visit their hometowns. I wondered, romantically, so-super-white-growing-up-in-Vermont-like. They looked at each other laughing, then at me laughing. I waited. I was used to having no control or guessing what kids were thinking. They say in unison, in English, and in Spanish, "Oh, miss, we don't have papers. No tenemos papeles." The girls then rattled off when they come to the US: 3 months, 2-years-old, 7 weeks, 3-years-old.
It starts to paint a picture. Babies. Just babies, with no memories yet. Yet, here they are in first grade and we are discussing what middle school, high school, and even college could look like. They don't think they will be able to go to college because they don't have papers but they are hopeful.
I continue to shovel dirt. My brain mulling over my facebook feed articles and DACA. My warm memories of the first graders with cute braids and colorful hair ties, that you know concerned, loving mothers put in before sending their daughters to school. Could they, would they go to college?
I get my phone out. I send a message to my three Wyoming representatives letting them know that they **news flash** represent me. Also, it makes me happy when technology works. Check. it. out below, and here.
Working how you want to work makes you the most productive human. It uses your desires and skills how you see fit. Glow Workwear supports people digging, cutting, building, running, driving, skipping... doing shit, aspiringly unencumbered. We support undocumented 1st graders growing up to work freely, doing whatever stuff pops into their heads.
Today, I hope you are working how you see fit for yourself. Give a shout out to your representatives (it's like texting them!) to let them know, people should be able to work and use their talents. We don't need to pick on kids.
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