On April 14, more than 200 students of North Park University in Chicago defied rain, cold, and snow to demonstrate and voice their support of immigrants and the incarcerated. I had the privilege of walking 5 of the 10 miles they walked through the streets of Chicago. Rachel Jurkowski, a North Park student who also attended the 2014 CCT Annual Convocation representing the Evangelical Covenant Church, shares her reflections on the event. A poem by Hayley Sheaff, who is also a student at North Park, is included below. (C. Malave)
Rachel Jurkowski Reflections on "People Are Not Illegal" Campaign
This spring, North Park University Ministries, together with faith leaders from around the city of Chicago, took a decisive step out in faith to stand with those who are suffering under our nation's systems of immigration and mass incarceration. We did this by organizing the "People Are Not Illegal" campaign, which just kicked off on April 13th and 14th with a worship service, rallies, and a 10-mile march.
As one of the organizers of the People Are Not Illegal campaign, I had the privilege of witnessing how months of planning, collaboration, hard work, and a lot of prayer culminated in the events of the 13th and 14th. On April 13th, North Park University (NPU) hosted a powerful worship service where Joshua DuBois, the former head of the Office of Faith Based and Neighborhood Partnerships under President Obama, gave the message. The next day, NPU hosted a public meeting where U.S. Representative Mike Quigley and IL State Senator Daniel Biss responded to testimonies and pledged to step up their support for immigration reform (Quigley) and to support legislation that weakened the current system of mass incarceration (Biss). After that, around 200 of us marched ten miles to the Cook County jail, stopping briefly for a rally at New Life Covenant Church in Humboldt Park and ending with a prayer vigil at the jail.
The weather on the 14th was less than ideal for a march, (it snowed for the last 5 miles!) but it was such an amazing experience. As we walked through neighborhood after neighborhood, singing, talking, and waving our signs, many people in the cars that drove by or in their homes waved or honked their support. Several of them thanked us for what we were doing, and a few asked us questions. These interactions were among the greatest moments of the day for me, as our simple action of marching together through the city spread encouragement, love, and hope to those we passed. People we had never met got to see the church in motion, standing up for those who are dehumanized and marginalized in our society, and I am so grateful to have been part of that. Now that the march is over, I am excited to see what God has in store for us next as we continue to do walk out our faith and love in the city of Chicago.
"People Are Not Illegal"
poem by Hayley Sheaff
I don't know when we decided that it was okay
to bind the wrists of others together with caution tape
To place warning signs on someone's race
To make them feel less than human
Less than alive
This world thrives on compromising people's worth for the sake of feeling unjustly safe
Entanglements of lies, how can we look into a child's eyes and deny them a future
Children should not be born with statistics etched into their DNA
I am a child who was born into privilege
Chances are slim that I will ever be seen as a threat
I have never been stopped and frisked on a city street
Or had my level of intelligence determined from the way I speak
I have never been unjustly accused of a crime and held behind bars even though my ancestors fought merely decades ago for the very freedom
I have been denied
That is not me
But I can plainly see the amount of brokenness that is upheld
in this nation
We've been looking for clarity through a shattered magnifying glass
that we have named justice
Serving a system that should be called illegal, not it's people
Lack of humanity has created an "us" and a "them" instead of a we
And yet I follow a Savior who probably would have been named "illegal"
Would Jesus have been able to get through airport security without being "randomly searched"?
Would my Lord have been welcomed even into the church
without being looked at with a shred of suspicion
Our mission shouldn't be to change just the way we act
but the way we see
Asking God to dilate our pupils so that we can let in more light
I've come to the conclusion that our pointer fingers are a lot stronger than our feet
We love to stand in light and point to darkness
We think and talk and proclaim
Hoping we'll inspire change
But we rarely go and do
We point to problems more often than we solve them
Even though our feet are begging to march
To march towards a day abounding with hope
Barriers broken, voices heard
A day where this messy kingdom is restored
People no longer ignored as a number
Or branded as illegal, caught up in vicious cycles
We march toward a day where our feet will always empathize with the footsteps of our brothers and sisters
A day where everyone will be named with endless love