Editors Note: Below is a poem by Sarah Hackney, a Choctaw/Chickasaw tribal member, currently visiting Minneapolis. Sarah said, “I’ve been keeping up with the Minnesota ICE situation since the beginning. Haven Watch and the people of Minnesota have been such a huge inspiration. They have given me hope in humanity during these dark times. My heart belongs in Minnesota!”
Outside the Gate
by Sarah Hackney
I stood outside a gate with a thousand prayers caught somewhere between my heart and the autumn air.
I lifted my camera, trying to capture more than a moment, more than steel and concrete, more than a building holding the stories of people the world might never hear.
Inside those walls were human beings.
Not numbers on a page.
Not nameless faces for the world to turn away from.
Human beings with families, with fears they may not speak aloud, with memories of home, with the simple, sacred longing to be somewhere safe.
And I stood there, on the other side of the gate, feeling the weight of all the things my hands could not change.
So I whispered prayers.
Not loudly enough to shake the walls, not boldly enough to open the locks, but softly enough that maybe, somehow, the love behind them could find its way inside.
I prayed for the frightened.
For the forgotten.
For the innocent caught in a place where compassion should never be scarce.
I prayed that someone would be gentle.
That someone would remember there is a soul beneath every story, a heartbeat beneath every label, a person beneath every policy.
And as I took that picture,
I wondered what a photograph could ever truly hold.
Could it capture the helplessness of standing outside when your heart is somewhere within?
Could it preserve the silence between a whispered prayer and an unanswered question?
Could it tell the world that I was here, that I saw, that I cared enough to stop and pray?
Maybe that is why I took it.
Because sometimes we cannot open the gates.
Sometimes we cannot reach the people who need us most. Sometimes all we have to offer is a prayer spoken into the wind and a witness who refuses to look away.
So I left my prayers there, outside those walls, with the hope that mercy might find its way through.
And I carried the picture with me, because I never want to forget that on the other side of every gate, there are human lives worth praying for.
And if my voice could not reach them, I hoped my prayers would.
Because no gate is tall enough to make another human being unworthy of our love.
Sarah is a Choctaw/Chickasaw tribal member. She is also a board member of Missing Murdered Indigenous Women-CHAHTA.
