For a long time deportee has been a bad word, not just in Guyana but in every country that has what the developed nations call “a migrant population.” In 1948, shortly after a plane carrying four Americans and 28 migrant farm workers who were being deported to Mexico crashed in Los Gatos Canyon in California, Woody Guthrie wrote a poem that was later set to music, which decried the fact that the people who died were referred to in media reports of the day as “just deportees.”
People who are deported are those who would have overstayed the time granted to them to remain in a country when they travelled overseas, or those who entered/sneaked into another country with the intention of remaining there permanently and without the required legal status, and were then caught and sent back home. Deportees are also those persons who would have committed criminal offences for which jail time was followed by a one-way ticket, usually back to the land of their birth. A significant number of deportees are felons – persons convicted of offences that involve narcotics, murder and the use of dangerous weapons, hence the stigma attached to being a deportee.
There have been cases where entire families migrated and then just one member is involuntarily repatriated after a number of years. That person would have no ties to the land of his/her birth. If that person was convicted on armed robbery, a narcotics-related offence or murder, and s/he has no prospects s/he might easily fall back into doing the activity that got him/her in trouble in the first place. This has actually happened in several instances, with the result being that in addition to being scorned, deportees became people to be feared.
It was this milieu that Ms Donna Snagg stepped into when she was involuntarily repatriated after spending 20 years in the United States of America, having ‘done time’ for a “narcotics violation.” By the time Ms Snagg was ready to head home penniless, word had already spread about how deportees were being treated here, so, as she said in an interview with this newspaper, which was published on Tuesday, she was expecting to face discrimination. In her case, however, there were so-called good friends and relatives here who refused to have anything to do with her adding hurt and rejection to the stigma she was already experiencing.
Homeless and hungry, with no clothes, no money, no job and no prospects, Ms Snagg could have let the weight of all that press her down into the dirt the way it seems to have depressed so many others. Instead she took the single outstretched hand offered by a brother-in-law; accepted his shelter and wore his clothes for a while. She also received some financial help through remittances sent from overseas and finally reunited with one long-lost friend who understood the true meaning of the word. What a sobering experience it must have been for someone who would have been used to giving from her largesse.
But she was also not prepared to accept handouts for the rest of her life, and despite what might have seemed to be towering obstacles, she pursued and completed a law degree as well as her new vision — helping others, who like her, might at some point find themselves back home penniless and alone after years of living overseas. This she has accomplished to some extent, having founded Juncata Juvant (things joined together are helpful) Friendly Society, which has been offering assistance to deportees for two years.
Ms Snagg’s story is far from being completely told. (She is still to attend law school and has plans to extend the services being offered by her organization to include a halfway house for deportees.) However, it is at a point where it can serve as an example to those who might have taken the wrong fork in the road at some point that it is not the end of the world and that with determination they can still make a meaningful contribution to society. But more than that, Ms Snagg’s inspiring story will also help to remove the stigma attached to deportees, who having served a prison sentence and being deported would have already paid their debt to society and need to be allowed to live without fingers being pointed at them.




My parents received a letter stating that i report to the ins department, so we did. On arrival we me a couple ins agents and i was told to surrender my documents and was to be deported. I was taken into custody while i watched my parents weep. They are
The best parents. They love and supported me. I couldnt stand to see them visiting me in jail so i opted to get deported just so they wouldnt see me in jail anymore. I touched down in gt in march. It felt good to be free again. I had nice clothes and
Plenty of cash, thanks to mom and dad. I was happy to be free but the pain of being outcasted from my family and being in a country full of strangers led me to the the brink of self destruction. About a few months after i got deported i me the most amazin
Dougla: beautiful, college educated, sexy, exotic. Things were looking up for me but my heart wouldnt let me be at peace. My parents arranged for me to go to canada illegally. On january 2003 ended up in trinidad . I spent 3 months partying and then it
Time to go. My papers were ready. My “dougla” from guyana came to visit me. She went back home with our first baby. I went to barbados then to canada. Immigration was a piece of cake. Too easy. I landed in canada on april 14th. My girl was having my baby.
I had no right in canada, no job and no idea what i was in for. Since i have no papers i had to take whatever job i could get. I didnt want to take care of my girl and my baby with my parents money. I got 2 jobs: one cleaning a bar, basically cleaning sh*
And vomit for $20 a day . Then i would work 10 hours in a small grocery store owned by pakistanis. I made $5 a hour. I saved what i could and sent it to my girl. December 12 my girl went into labor and our son died. We mourned apart. I longed for the good
Simple life in guyana also i yearned to be with my girl. We wanted to make a life but how do i get back? My uncle had a friend in the guyana embassy. He arranged travel documents for me. That was easy. The hard part was the opposition from the family but
My god jehovah in the name of jesus opened all the doors. That was not easy. It took almost 4 years. I came back in guyana on october 15.th my bday. Once forced now willingly. Its been over 2 years since ive been back. Yes i live with the deportee stigma
But i dont care. Life is good again. My girl and i have a very handsome son : a prince. I just built a huge home in a great neighorhood for them. I dont care who calls me deportee or who thinks im a criminal: all i care about is my family and my money.
No man is born to be a failure. You did what you had to do.You made a difference.You will succeed one day in your eneavors. Continue to have blinding faith and boundless hope.And you are not alone.