please look at this statement - does it flow??
Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 6:29 pm
“If you don’t cooperate and tell me what I want to know, I can put you through other types of testing,” the large, middle aged security officer said threateningly, and pulled on a glove for emphasis. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a severe bun. The threat was completely unnecessary because I was already bawling my eyes out. I couldn’t say much of anything because I couldn’t catch my breath. It had been hours since we got off the plane from Mexico, where my friends and I had been vacationing. The thought of a cavity search made me cry harder.
The reason she had for detaining me and not letting my friends approach under threat of arrest is she either believed that I was an underage prostitute or a mule. What got any of these ideas into her head still baffles me, but this was not the only time I have been discriminated against because of my nationality. The problem is, few people believe that I have been a victim of discrimination as I am a white female. With a Russian passport.
This scenario affected me significantly. Not only did I learn that discrimination existed where I lived, it reminded me for the second time that human rights are not innate and can be taken away. The first time was a year prior to this incident, when I was forbidden from leaving Russia after a short visit to my extended family. I was informed that until I turned eighteen that I had no human rights whatsoever. I was finally released from Russia on the condition of a notarized letter from my parents. I had to wait for my parents to arrive from another part of the country for this and the feeling that I had as I waited is difficult to describe. It was similar to the feeling you get when the rollercoaster begins to descend and your stomach feels as if it disappeared into your mouth. It was fear, the sort of fear you get when you know you are at the mercy of others. My parents thought it would be funny to tell me they would not cooperate. This was the worst thing that anyone has ever said to me; it felt like my breath was knocked out. As soon as I got back to Canada I moved out and did not speak to them for a year. I don’t want to sound mean – that is just the effect that helplessness and fear can have on you.
I have a Canadian passport now, and I have not been detained at an airport since. However, the passport still has a spot where it states that I was born in Russia. Either way, I am older now and think that I might be more resourceful if I was placed in a situation like that again. Likely the law would protect me, but maybe it would not. In any case, there would have to be someone more knowledgeable in legal studies than me to stand up for the skinny, crying, scared seventeen year old girl who is afraid that she will be deported, though she has done nothing wrong.
This is why I want to attend law school. I want to become that person who can stand up for human rights of people who can’t stand up for themselves. I’d like no one to be able to understand to that fear I once felt. Idealistic dreams, sure – but progress worth fighting for.
The reason she had for detaining me and not letting my friends approach under threat of arrest is she either believed that I was an underage prostitute or a mule. What got any of these ideas into her head still baffles me, but this was not the only time I have been discriminated against because of my nationality. The problem is, few people believe that I have been a victim of discrimination as I am a white female. With a Russian passport.
This scenario affected me significantly. Not only did I learn that discrimination existed where I lived, it reminded me for the second time that human rights are not innate and can be taken away. The first time was a year prior to this incident, when I was forbidden from leaving Russia after a short visit to my extended family. I was informed that until I turned eighteen that I had no human rights whatsoever. I was finally released from Russia on the condition of a notarized letter from my parents. I had to wait for my parents to arrive from another part of the country for this and the feeling that I had as I waited is difficult to describe. It was similar to the feeling you get when the rollercoaster begins to descend and your stomach feels as if it disappeared into your mouth. It was fear, the sort of fear you get when you know you are at the mercy of others. My parents thought it would be funny to tell me they would not cooperate. This was the worst thing that anyone has ever said to me; it felt like my breath was knocked out. As soon as I got back to Canada I moved out and did not speak to them for a year. I don’t want to sound mean – that is just the effect that helplessness and fear can have on you.
I have a Canadian passport now, and I have not been detained at an airport since. However, the passport still has a spot where it states that I was born in Russia. Either way, I am older now and think that I might be more resourceful if I was placed in a situation like that again. Likely the law would protect me, but maybe it would not. In any case, there would have to be someone more knowledgeable in legal studies than me to stand up for the skinny, crying, scared seventeen year old girl who is afraid that she will be deported, though she has done nothing wrong.
This is why I want to attend law school. I want to become that person who can stand up for human rights of people who can’t stand up for themselves. I’d like no one to be able to understand to that fear I once felt. Idealistic dreams, sure – but progress worth fighting for.