We're keeping them alive, she said. Sweetheart, the fence, the wall, is inhumane. People are dying.That's their choice,he actually said. They come here illegally, that's the chance they take.When did you get so hard? she asked, holding his face between her hands. They're human beings like us, looking for a better life for their families. You understand that, don't you? You did it for us.It's a humanitarian crises, she said. And you're part of the problem. That's why you can't sleep at night.
by Luanne Rice
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In this passage from "The Lemon Orchard" by Luanne Rice, a deeply emotional exchange occurs between two characters who are discussing the plight of immigrants. One character expresses frustration about the indifference shown towards those risking their lives to cross borders, highlighting the inhumanity of the barriers placed in their way. The other character, while acknowledging the dangers, seems hardened to the situation, suggesting that illegality justifies the harsh consequences. This prompts a strong appeal to empathy and humanity.

The dialogue reveals the tension between moral responsibility and rigid viewpoints regarding immigration. The female character urges her companion to remember their own experience of seeking a better life, emphasizing that the people at the border are simply trying to improve their circumstances. She boldly asserts that failing to recognize their humanity contributes to a broader humanitarian crisis, suggesting that the emotional toll of such indifference leads to sleepless nights for those aware of the suffering. This conversation poignantly captures the struggle between compassion and policy.

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