Love
Has No
Borders
True Stories of Desperation
As seen by a Social Worker
Phyllis Yvonne Dodd, LCSW
Table of Contents
ISBN 978-1-64468-139-8 (Paperback)
ISBN 978-1-64468-140-4 (Digital)
Copyright 2020 Phyllis Yvonne Dodd, LCSW
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This is my storyor should I say, the story of people of different lands, who I see as all children of God and our neighbors. Phyllis words here sum up this very engaging piece of writing from a person whose life has embodied an expansive view of who is included under the term neighbora perspective needed as much today as it ever has been.
David Radcliff
Director, New Community Project
This is a marvelous account of how a professional social worker combines the ethics of a professional with the spiritual underpinnings of love, respect, and compassion for everyone.
The book provides critical lessons for understanding the human needs that are the same for everyone within the contexts of cultural and social justice.
Every social work program should designate Love Has No Borders as required reading for every social work student.
Marlene A. Saunders, DSW, LMSW
Preface
I wondered why I was so interested in working with people from other countries and discovering other lands. Was it because our family traveled each summer on family vacations and to conferences, allowing me to visit almost every state in the United States as a child? My mother said that I probably inherited it from my great-grandparents who would load up their six children in a Model T and travel to nearby states in the early 30s. I have always had such a great curiosity of other people and customs in other lands, so perhaps that is why it was only natural that I would want to travel and meet people from other countries.
I remember as a little girl in elementary school, our Brownie troop went to a May Day celebration and saw children from all over the world dance their native dances around the maypole. I was fascinated! I remember asking my mother, who was the Girl Scout leader at the time, if I would be able to travel all over the world someday, and she said that, sometimes, Girl Scouts travel to other countries. So I decided then that I would set that as a goal and stayed in Girl Scouts so that I could one day visit other lands.
I remember going to Youth Life Lab and Camp Woodland Alters and meeting African students. We tried to learn some of their language. I also dreamed of visiting Africa and loved to hear the spoken language.
We studied the pyramids of Egypt in sixth grade and then I decided I wanted to go to Egypt. We studied astronomy in sixth grade, and I decided I wanted to be an astronaut and travel to the moon. Well, that did not happen.
I decided I wanted to learn German, so I got a record and a book and tried to teach myself German, but that ended when we were caring for our neighbors German poodle, and the beloved dog accidently got run over in front of our house. That haunted me for a long time.
Then my parents started receiving foster children into the home. We hosted several children for relatively short periods of time. Having foster children living with us soon turned into sponsoring exchange students, and we soon became a part of a student exchange program, with my brother going to Guatemala and a Guatemalan student coming to live with us. My brother spent several weeks in Guatemala and then a Guatemalan student came to stay with us for a while.
I have always told people later that this was the real reason that I wanted to learn Spanish! Even though he called me gordita , I decided I would learn the Spanish language. I would take him with me to high school, and he would sit in with me in my Spanish class. That soon ended when he continuously corrected my Spanish teacher, which made her very upset. This was the beginning of my goal of learning Spanish! Hola, Que tal? Como Ests? Bien, y t? I still remember the first page of that book.
I studied Spanish for several years and chose to go to Juniata College which was the perfect school for me because it required very little math, which was not one of my strong points, and we were able to write our own program of studies. I decided, without a doubt, that I wanted to attempt a double major of Social Work and Spanish.
In my junior year of college, I joined Brethren Colleges Abroad and spent one school year in Barcelona, Spain. This was 1979, the year that Franco had died, and the country was in turmoil, hoping to restore the Cataln culture and a language which had been forbidden for so many years. I loved the experience of spending the summer as a tour guide on the island of Ibiza (Balearic Islands) and brought back many stories of adventures of that summer. I dreamed of becoming a hippie, and so I dressed up as a hippie on Paradise Island and gave tours to the European tourists visiting the island. I also did this without a work permit , getting paid cash! So I also had that experience preparing me for my future work with undocumented immigrants in the United States. At least, I can say Ive been an undocumented immigrant in another country, working illegally and trying hard to learn a second language. Learning a second language is not that easy! But what a wonderful time that was, and I did eventually return to the United States.
After college, I joined the Peace Corps as a community promoter and was placed in Ecuador, South America. I was going to go to Honduras, but the war in Central America had just started, so the area was too dangerous. I had a wonderful experience for the year that I lived in Ecuador and felt that I was finally able to master the Spanish language.
I came back to the United States, and after working several short-term temporary jobs, I worked with Church World Service, processing Cuban entrants from Mariel, who had found themselves to our country by way of boat. Our country considered them mentally ill and criminals who were let out of the prisons there. I found myself defending them constantly, stating that they were just lost souls trying to find their way into a new culture. They were just regular people who had just been placed in jail for stealing an orange or some other product on the black market.
It was extremely difficult for them to become acculturated into the society of the United States, and I soon learned that it was a fact that many were mentally ill, men and women who were released from the prisons and mental health institutions of Cuba. I still treated them with respect and care because who else was going to help them through resettlement, relocation, and job placement ? The experience for me was invaluable as I was learning the Spanish language well and was even told that I had a Cuban accent. That was a huge compliment for me, being gringa and all.