If I found myself as an illegal alien in the United States in February of 2017 I would start sending money home.
I would send some to my madre y padre. I would send some to Tio Pablo who has a mechanic shop. I would send some to my hermanos who work in cement or grow coffee on the family farm.
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If I were an illegal alien in the United States I might fear being sent home in a tidal wave of repatriated countrymen. Some of those countrymen have been sending money home on a regular basis. For them it will be a joyful homecoming.
Others have not sent money back. They will be seen as a burden by those who stayed home and will cause resentment.
I would prefer to be among those who are welcomed back.
What is the worst that can happen? That I never get deported? That some other family member sleeps on the futon? That Tio Pablo hires one of my cousins rather than me? That my brothers become more productive and I am not there to share in the wealth?