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Immigrants, families, and communities share how Trump’s unlawful immigration policies and rhetoric have taken a toll on their lives.
Throughout our country’s history, people who are immigrants have been integral to our communities, economy, and our nation’s origin story—yet President Donald Trump’s administration has carried out immigration policies far crueler and more extreme than any in living memory. Right now, mass raids, deportation efforts, detention camps, and other harsh measures and scare tactics are tearing at the very fabric of our nation. People are afraid to leave their homes, worried a simple trip to the store could end in deportation. Teachers are fearful of the mental toll on their students, knowing some may not feel safe in class. Parents struggle to explain the fear of possible separation.
At the ACLU, we're fighting Trump's unlawful policies in the courts, in Congress, and in our communities. Already, we sued to stop Trump from eliminating birthright citizenship, we explained why his executive order to end the practice is unconstitutional, and we continue to build our firewall for freedom to empower states to stop Trump's most egregious policies.
Our fight, however, isn't just about policy. It's about people—the people facing uncertainty, the families worried for their safety, the communities torn apart. For the next 100 days and beyond, the ACLU is documenting the real harm Trump's unlawful policies have on our nation—upending lives and the rule of law—to highlight how resilience in the face of unprecedented fear is a powerful form of resistance.
Read the stories below.
Stories were shared anonymously to protect people’s safety and privacy. Content was edited for clarity.
I’m not sure at what age I understood that I was undocumented. Maybe it was all at once, or my childish mind slowly connected the dots. I just remember a time when I thought I was like everyone else and then a time when I knew I wasn’t wanted in this country. I remember always trying my best and making sure I never outshined anyone because I also didn’t want to bring attention to myself. It affected my self-worth until I was able to adjust my status. To give you a timeframe, I was brought here at the fragile age of one and did not adjust my status until I married my husband at the age of 30 (he became my pathway).
I remember the fear of being taken, separated, and dehumanized at such a young age and, today, as a teacher, I see the same fear in some of my students. I have read their goodbye letters to their parents...Even though I am 30, I still need mi mami y papi in the same way any other human would.
I am an American citizen, Hispanic, and I fear for my safety and my family's well-being. My husband is Mexican American and serves this country. I feel mad, sad, and fearful. I question why we, Mexican American citizens, serve if we can’t be accepted. I can't sleep, eat, or find peace. I’m constantly looking over my shoulder, wondering if people are judging me based on color. Trump is dividing this nation. I fear being profiled, and I don’t feel safe in the U.S. anymore.
I don’t know who I can trust. I don’t know who’s on what side. I don’t know how secure my marriage is, how secure my family is. I don’t know anything and that’s scary.
These policies put my father in fear of being deported every day. He owns two businesses, so not only is he not working, but 40 other people are out of jobs until we know if [the Trump administration’s] orders will try and deport my dad.
My wife is afraid. I’m afraid. My dad is afraid. My community is being broken into two parts and we are looking [to] friends, co-workers, and more because we are all going back in time; it’s messing with people’s perceptions of humans and who we are and how far we have come to protect our rights.
These policies have impacted my daily life and my community. There are people in my community scared to go out because they fear they may not come home again [because] ICE could get ahold of them. Friends and acquaintances at my university are thinking of leaving college because they fear Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) may be taken away. College classes are left empty, and students are abandoning their dreams.
Back when Donald Trump wasn’t in office, it was hard to walk through the buildings because of the abundance of students. Everything felt happy and thriving. Now the hallways in each building I go into are barely filled and we all feel a sense of dread and despair. This has to change now!
I’ve been so distraught because I’m a mother and teacher. I’m worried about my students who are worried about ICE coming to take them or their parents away. I’ve had discussions with other teachers about how we can help these students if immigration comes to take their parents. At the same time, we are supposed to be getting these students ready for state tests. I’m also worried for my children growing up in an authoritarian state that is spewing hate. I’ve looked into leaving even though I’m a U.S. citizen; this country is hurting my soul.
I’m not sure at what age I understood that I was undocumented. Maybe it was all at once, or my childish mind slowly connected the dots. I just remember a time when I thought I was like everyone else and then a time when I knew I wasn’t wanted in this country. I remember always trying my best and making sure I never outshined anyone because I also didn’t want to bring attention to myself. It affected my self-worth until I was able to adjust my status. To give you a timeframe, I was brought here at the fragile age of one and did not adjust my status until I married my husband at the age of 30 (he became my pathway).
I remember the fear of being taken, separated, and dehumanized at such a young age and, today, as a teacher, I see the same fear in some of my students. I have read their goodbye letters to their parents...Even though I am 30, I still need mi mami y papi in the same way any other human would.
I am an American citizen, Hispanic, and I fear for my safety and my family's well-being. My husband is Mexican American and serves this country. I feel mad, sad, and fearful. I question why we, Mexican American citizens, serve if we can’t be accepted. I can't sleep, eat, or find peace. I’m constantly looking over my shoulder, wondering if people are judging me based on color. Trump is dividing this nation. I fear being profiled, and I don’t feel safe in the U.S. anymore.
I don’t know who I can trust. I don’t know who’s on what side. I don’t know how secure my marriage is, how secure my family is. I don’t know anything and that’s scary.
These policies put my father in fear of being deported every day. He owns two businesses, so not only is he not working, but 40 other people are out of jobs until we know if [the Trump administration’s] orders will try and deport my dad.
My wife is afraid. I’m afraid. My dad is afraid. My community is being broken into two parts and we are looking [to] friends, co-workers, and more because we are all going back in time; it’s messing with people’s perceptions of humans and who we are and how far we have come to protect our rights.
I’m not sure at what age I understood that I was undocumented. Maybe it was all at once, or my childish mind slowly connected the dots. I just remember a time when I thought I was like everyone else and then a time when I knew I wasn’t wanted in this country. I remember always trying my best and making sure I never outshined anyone because I also didn’t want to bring attention to myself. It affected my self-worth until I was able to adjust my status. To give you a timeframe, I was brought here at the fragile age of one and did not adjust my status until I married my husband at the age of 30 (he became my pathway).
I remember the fear of being taken, separated, and dehumanized at such a young age and, today, as a teacher, I see the same fear in some of my students. I have read their goodbye letters to their parents...Even though I am 30, I still need mi mami y papi in the same way any other human would.
I am an American citizen, Hispanic, and I fear for my safety and my family's well-being. My husband is Mexican American and serves this country. I feel mad, sad, and fearful. I question why we, Mexican American citizens, serve if we can’t be accepted. I can't sleep, eat, or find peace. I’m constantly looking over my shoulder, wondering if people are judging me based on color. Trump is dividing this nation. I fear being profiled, and I don’t feel safe in the U.S. anymore.
These policies have impacted my daily life and my community. There are people in my community scared to go out because they fear they may not come home again [because] ICE could get ahold of them. Friends and acquaintances at my university are thinking of leaving college because they fear Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) may be taken away. College classes are left empty, and students are abandoning their dreams.
Back when Donald Trump wasn’t in office, it was hard to walk through the buildings because of the abundance of students. Everything felt happy and thriving. Now the hallways in each building I go into are barely filled and we all feel a sense of dread and despair. This has to change now!
I don’t know who I can trust. I don’t know who’s on what side. I don’t know how secure my marriage is, how secure my family is. I don’t know anything and that’s scary.
These policies put my father in fear of being deported every day. He owns two businesses, so not only is he not working, but 40 other people are out of jobs until we know if [the Trump administration’s] orders will try and deport my dad.
My wife is afraid. I’m afraid. My dad is afraid. My community is being broken into two parts and we are looking [to] friends, co-workers, and more because we are all going back in time; it’s messing with people’s perceptions of humans and who we are and how far we have come to protect our rights.
I’ve been so distraught because I’m a mother and teacher. I’m worried about my students who are worried about ICE coming to take them or their parents away. I’ve had discussions with other teachers about how we can help these students if immigration comes to take their parents. At the same time, we are supposed to be getting these students ready for state tests. I’m also worried for my children growing up in an authoritarian state that is spewing hate. I’ve looked into leaving even though I’m a U.S. citizen; this country is hurting my soul.
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