We’re not trying again, is one of Kamala Harris ‘ plan phrases. That may mean many things to different people, but for me, it recalls a distinct time from Donald Trump’s presidency.

I was informed of a petition the American Civil Liberties Union was bringing in 2017 that the Trump administration had begun separating children from their communities at the frontier, a cruel decision to reduce the number of workers.

Even though the match had entered the country seeking prison and followed all the necessary procedures, the 6-year-old was literally pulled from her mother’s arms by immigration officials in San Diego.

I continue to be affected by Trump’s home parting policy because of how cruel it is.

While the family remained in a detention facility in California, the little girl was taken to a service in Chicago where I once worked as a journalist for the Chicago Tribune at the time. The mother does n’t speak to the daughter for four days, according to the ACLU attorney handling the case at the time. In those four times, she has no idea what has happened to her child. This home from a small Congolese town might as well have found the moon in Chicago. They have no idea why they’re separated, where each other are”.

The lady turned 7 together, apart from her mother.

A mother and child forced to suffer, all thanks to the Trump presidency

I wrote rows about their situation, as did additional media organizations. After weeks, thanks to the continuous work of the ACLU, the mother and daughter were reunited in Chicago.

The next time, I went to the house, housed in an old abbey, where the then-8-year-old woman and her family were also staying as their prison case moved forwards.

The charity’s chairman, who I spoke with, said that the organization’s operations might need to travel and leave the abbey.

The young woman sat up and buried her mind in the author’s head after hearing that we had to move.

” I’m scared”, she cried.

I wrote this at the period:” It was like one flicked a change. The bouncing, inquisitive little lady was gone, and the baby left behind was dull and frightened. It struck me how deeply traumatized this young heart had been, and how she had endured it all against our state. Of course she’s not Fine. She may never be Okay”.

We ca n’t go back to the cruelty of a Trump presidency

That time is seared into my remembrance. I can remember the fear in the poor boy’s face, the movie’s soothing tone, and the entire space we were in.

I remember sitting in my vehicle outside the abbey, screaming and enraged. This was done by my nation. This baby had been destroyed by my land. And for no damn purpose.

Anti-immigrant fanatics who saw refugees as “others” undeserving of basic human decency were the source of natural violence in their thoughts. I was aware that Trump would never be forgiven until that time. For all the conflict he went on to produce, all the rests, all the abuse and even bloodshed, that was the bottom. I also find myself sweating from the thought of it. My mind immediately turns to that terrified child in Chicago when Harris says,” We’re not going back,” knowing that if he is elected again, the violence may worsen.

I’ve looked in the eyes of an innocent victim of Trump’s violence, and I will tell you true: We definitely don’t come back.