She looked at me, and she spoke so quietly that I didn't hear what
she had said, so I asked her to repeat herself. She looked at me, and
she started crying. She said: I am DACA. She was trembling as she cried, absolutely in fear of what her future
may hold. I suggest that before we take a position on this issue, we take a
moment, each one of us as colleagues and each one of us as individuals,
to see these young people, to truly see them--to see them not through a
lens that is about partisanship or politics, not through a lens that is
ideological, but based on who they really are and the practical
realities of the lives they lived that brought them to this country,
the circumstances that brought them to this country, and the lives they
are living every day now.