From: OneSickPuppy@Mail.net   
      
   Broken Promises 1   
      
   By Loki925 and Old Boy (M+/g+, pedo, nc)   
      
   "...Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to   
   breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the   
   homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door." -   
   Emma Lazarus.   
      
   This story is purely fiction and it does not contain any real persons or   
   actual events other than the prologue.   
      
   Prologue:   
      
   Many millennia ago there were no human beings on the American continent.   
   Then the first immigrants arrived some 12,000 years ago, crossing a land   
   bridge that once existed between Siberia and Alaska. Some may have come   
   by sea but that is uncertain. Later immigrants called them Indians and   
   even later Native Americans.   
      
   Just over five centuries ago some Europeans found their way to America.   
   Although they were late by about 12,000 years, they presumed to claim   
   that they had discovered this new land. The people already here were   
   simply looked upon as part of the local fauna.   
      
   The Indians welcomed the new people at first. Later as more newcomers   
   arrived they wanted the Indians' land. Some Europeans deemed the Indian   
   'savages' not fit to live and so they slaughtered many of them. Others   
   died from diseases that the newcomers brought with them.   
      
   These first Europeans stepped foot on the shores of America and became   
   the second wave of immigrants. Later they brought in slaves from Africa,   
   not being inclined to do hard work themselves if they could get others   
   to do it for them. Generations later this same custom caused them to   
   bring in cheap coolie labor from Asia to build the railroads.   
      
   America has always faced waves of new immigrants and always will. These   
   new people are courageous to leave their former homes and seek a better   
   life for themselves and for their children, and their industriousness   
   has always strengthened America and made it better. However many people   
   who are already established here resent newcomers with their strange   
   customs and strange languages.   
      
   Shortsightedly, many have tried to stem the tide of immigration. New   
   immigrants have often been exploited and harassed, and many have been   
   forced to leave. To be sure there have been some who come to our shores   
   who have evil intentions, and these people need to be kept out. But most   
   newcomers are only looking for an opportunity to make a better life for   
   themselves by working hard for it. We should welcome such people with   
   open arms.   
      
   Because America has failed miserably to control its borders for many   
   years, we now find ourselves with some 12 million or more people who   
   have slipped into our country illegally. Often they are our neighbors.   
   They harvest our crops, they prepare and serve our food in restaurants,   
   they provide services at our hotels, they serve us as maids and   
   gardeners and janitors, they wash our cars, and they work at many jobs   
   that would otherwise go unfilled.   
      
   There is no way that these people can all be rounded up and deported. It   
   would be inhumane, as their children born here are American citizens. It   
   would be impossible, as it would ruin our economy. Still we see many   
   politicians and others blustering about wanting to deport these new   
   people. We would do better to kick out such politicians and keep the   
   hard-working newcomers.   
      
   Many of these people are exploited in cruel ways. They may be forced to   
   work for wages well below the legal minimum. They may be forced to do   
   unpleasant things to avoid being reported and deported, such as forced   
   prostitution. Yes, and their children are sometimes taken away to be   
   used in the kiddie sex and porn trade. This is a story about the trials   
   and tribulations that face our newest immigrants.   
      
   In a border town in Old Mexico:   
      
   Conditions were desperate for those without much education. Jobs often   
   paid starvation wages, if a job could be found. It took much sacrifice   
   to come up with the money needed to leave. A group of men, women and   
   children waited for the Coyote to appear. Even though they had paid for   
   passage, little did they know that they had purchased their own slavery.   
      
   Martine, his wife Cali, and two daughters Rosita and Lupe stayed close   
   together. For them it would be their first trip to America where freedom   
   and opportunity awaited them. So they had been promised and so they thought.   
      
   The Coyote arrived and he looked at the waiting families. He was looking   
   for the girls who had lighter skin. The lighter the skin the more the   
   client would pay for the meat. To the Coyote these people were not human   
   beings, they were cattle. He separated Cali, Rosita, Lupe and several   
   other lighter brown-skinned females.   
      
   The men did not like the idea of being separated, but if they wanted to   
   continue the journey they had no choice. They were told that they would   
   be reunited with their families once they were all safely across the   
   border. Cali and her daughters were stuffed into the back of a small   
   truck with the other lighter brown skinned females. The men and the   
   women and children who had not been selected were packed into the back   
   of a larger truck.   
      
   After a long ride in the middle of the night, the large truck stopped   
   and the people were ordered to get out. The Coyote told them that they   
   were now safely across the border in Los Estados Unidos. He said the   
   smaller truck with the women and children would soon join them. He told   
   them to just head north and they would soon come to a city where jobs   
   were waiting for them. Then he turned the truck around and drove off.   
      
   The group of Mexicans waited for awhile but the smaller truck never   
   showed up. It was cold at night in the desert. Reluctantly they decided   
   they could wait no longer, and they began walking north. The morning   
   came and soon the sun was blazing down. Now they were all hot and   
   thirsty. There was nothing to be seen but empty desert all around.   
      
   They were fortunate in a way that the Border Patrol spotted the group   
   that afternoon. At least the people were given water and they were fed.   
   One day later Martine found himself on a bus going back to Old Mexico.   
   As the bus crossed the border into Mexico, he knew sadly that more than   
   likely he would never see his wife and daughters again. He also knew he   
   had little recourse. Who could he complain to? Who would listen to him,   
   and who would believe the illiterate Martine Lopez?   
      
   Two days later somewhere in Los Angeles:   
      
   It was very dark as the truck Cali and her daughters were riding in   
   stopped. The women and young girls were ordered off the truck and into a   
   warehouse. Under the watchful eyes of a man holding a shotgun, the small   
   group of three women and four young girls huddled close to each other.   
      
   About five minutes later three men walked into the room. Cali noticed   
      
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