I wasn't a stranger

A critique of white Christian nationalism and abusive ICE policies and practices. This charcoal piece depicts a person behind a literal and metaphorical chainlink fence—crucifix shapes appear at various intersections of the fence pattern. Their eyes are slashed out with dark strokes, suggesting the lack of identity or dignity.

The person looks down, but grasps the fence, trapped by ideologies that oppress and remove humanity from those who don't look like others claiming the ideology.

The crosses here are not crosses of hope, but bondage. In every irony, the religious symbol that is supposed to evoke compassion, empathy, and connection to both divinity and humanity is instead used here to represent the corruption of the message. These are crosses of further betrayal, oppression, and separation.