๐บ๐ธ ๋ฉ์์ฝ ๊ตญ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ ์ด๋ฏผ์๋ค, ๊ทธ๋ ์์์ ์ง์ง ๋ฉ์์ง

ํ๊ตญ ์ฌํ๊ฐ ๊ณง ๋ง์ฃผํ ์ง๋ฌธ ์์์
๋ฏธ๊ตญ์ ์ด๋ฏผ ์ ์ฑ
๊ฐํ๊ฐ ํ์คํ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ด๋ฐ,
์ต๊ทผ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋์จ ์์๋๋ค ์ค ์ผ๋ถ๊ฐ ๋ฏธ๊ตญ ๊ตญ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์๋ '๋ฉ์์ฝ ๊ตญ๊ธฐ'๋ฅผ ํ๋๋ ์ฅ๋ฉด์
๋ง์ ์ด๋ค์๊ฒ ํผ๋๊ณผ ๋ถ์ด์ ์์ง์ฒ๋ผ ๋ค๊ฐ์๋ค.
ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ์์,
"๋๋ ๋น๋ก ์ด ๋
์ ์๋ฏผ๊ถ์๋ ์๋์ง๋ง,
์ด๊ณณ์์ ์ผํ๊ณ , ์์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณ๊ณ , ์ด์์จ ์ฌ๋์
๋๋ค."
๋ผ๋ ์ ์คํ ์ธ์นจ์ด ์จ์ด ์์๋ค.
์ด๋ค์ ์์ ์ด ๋ฒ๋ฆผ๋ฐ์ง ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ,
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ ์ ์กด์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์๋์ง ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ ๋ง์์ผ๋ก
์์ ์ ๋ฟ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค.
์ด๊ฒ์ ๋ฏธ๊ตญ๋ง์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์๋๋ค
์ง๊ธ ํ๊ตญ๋ ๊ธ์ํ ๋ค๋ฌธํ ์ฌํ๋ก ์ง์
์ค์ด๋ค.
๋ถ๋ฒ ์ฒด๋ฅ์ ์ซ์๋ ์ ์ ๋์ด๋๊ณ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ,
์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ฌํ๋ ์์ง ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ํ์ ์์คํ
์ ์ ๋๋ก ๊ฐ์ถ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ค์ด ๋ถ๋ฒ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ด์ ๋ก ์ฒ ์ ํ ๋ฐฐ์ ํ๊ณ ๋ฐฉ์นํ๋ ๊ฒ,
๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ชจ๋์ ์ถ์ ๋ ํฐ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์๋ก ๋์์ฌ ์ ์๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ์ด ์ฅ๋ฉด์์
์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๋ ๊ตญ๊ธฐ๊ฐ โ๋ฏธ๊ตญ ๊ตญ๊ธฐโ๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ โ๋ฉ์์ฝ ๊ตญ๊ธฐโ์๋ค๋ ์ ์์,
์ด ์์๋ ์์ฌ์์ฌํ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ์ ์ ์์๋ค.
์ด๋ค ์์์๋ค์ด ๋ฉ์์ฝ ๊ตญ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ๋์๋ค.
๋ฌผ๋ก ์กฐ๊ตญ์ ๋ํ ์๋ถ์ฌ์ผ ์ ์๊ฒ ์ง๋ง, ๋ฏธ๊ตญ ์ฌํ๊ฐ ๊ทธ ์ฅ๋ฉด์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ผ์ง๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ค.
์ด๋ฏผ์๋ก์ โ๋๋ ์ด ์ฌํ์ ์ผ๋ถ์๋คโ๋ ๋ฉ์์ง๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฌํ๊ณ ์ถ๋ค๋ฉด,
๋ฏธ๊ตญ ๊ตญ๊ธฐ๋ ์์ด๊ฐ ๋ค๋๋ ํ๊ต์ ๊ธฐ,
ํน์ ๋ณธ์ธ์ ์ผํฐ ๋ณต์ฅ์ด ํจ์ฌ ๋ ๊ฐ๋ ฅํ ์์ง์ผ ์ ์๋ค.
์ฒญ์๋ ธ๋์, ๊ฐ๋ณ์ธ, ์ฃผ๋ฐฉ์กฐ๋ฆฌ์ฌ, ๋ฐฐ๋ฌ์, ๊ฑด์คํ์ฅ ์ธ๋ถ...
๊ทธ ๋ณต์ฅ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ์์์ ๋์๋ค๋ฉด, ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ํจ์ฌ ๋ ๋ง์์ผ๋ก ๋๊ผ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค.
โ๊ทธ๋, ์ด๋ค์ด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ ํจ๊ป ์ด์์จ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด๋ค.โ
๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ, ์ด๋ฏผ์์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ โ๋ถ๋ฒ ์ฒด๋ฅ์โ๊ฐ ์๋
์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ฌํ์ ์ด์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋๋ค.
ํ๊ตญ ์ฌํ ์ญ์ ๋ค๋ฌธํ์ ์ด๋ฏผ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋ค.
์ด๊ฑด ๋จ์ ์ผ์ด ์๋๋ค...
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋์ ธ์ผ ํ ์ง๋ฌธ
โ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฒ์ธ๊ฐ, ํจ๊ป ๊ฐ ๊ฒ์ธ๊ฐ.โ
์ด ์ง๋ฌธ์ ๊ณง,
โ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ด๋ค ์ฌํ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ค๊ณ ์ถ์๊ฐ.โ
๋ผ๋ ๋ ํฐ ๋ฌผ์์ผ๋ก ์ด์ด์ง๋ค.
์ด๋ฏผ์๋ค์๊ฒ ์ ๊ธฐ์ ์ด๊ณ ํฉ๋ฒ์ ์ธ ๊ตฌ์ ์์คํ
์ ์ด์ด์ฃผ๋ ๊ฒ.
๊ทธ๋ค์ ๊ต์ก๊ณผ ์๋ฃ, ๋
ธ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ํฌ์ฉํ๋ ๊ฒ.
๊ทธ ๊ณผ์ ์ด์ผ๋ง๋ก ๊ธฐ์กด ๊ตญ๋ฏผ๊ณผ ์ฒด๋ฅ์ ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ์์ ํด์ง๋ ๊ธธ์ด๋ค.
ํ๊ตญ์๊ฒ ๋ณด๋ด๋ ๋ฉ์์ง
์ด ๊ธ์ ๋จ์ง ๋ฏธ๊ตญ์ ๊ด์ฐฐํ๋ ๊ธ์ด ์๋๋ค.
์กฐ๋ง๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ง์ ๊ฒช๊ฒ ๋ ๋ฏธ๋๋ฅผ ํฅํ ์ด๋์ฅ์ด๋ค.
๋ถ๋ฒ์ ๋ฐฉ์น๋ ๋ ๋ ์ํํด์ง๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์ง๊ธ๋ถํฐ๋ผ๋
โ์ง์์ ์ผ๋ก ๋๋ณด๊ณ , ํฉ๋ฒ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ด๋๋ ์์คํ
โ์ ์ค๋นํ์.
๊ตญ๊ฒฝ์ ๋์ด
์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ชจ๋๋
๋์๋๋ฅผ ์ด์๊ฐ๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ง๊ตฌ์ธ์ด๋ค.
๐บ๐ธ This Isnโt Just Americaโs Story โ Itโs Ours, Too
In a recent protest in the United States, undocumented immigrants raised Mexican flags in the streets.
It was a scene filled with emotion โ but also confusion.
They are living in the U.S., trying to remain in the country, asking to be seen โ
yet waving the flag of another nation.
What were they really trying to say?
โI am still Mexicanโ?
โMexicans are here tooโ?
Or something else?
If the message had been,
โIโve lived here. Iโve built my life here.
Even if undocumented, I wish to stay and belong,โ
then perhaps raising the American flag โ
or even the flag of the schools their children attend โ
might have spoken more clearly to the hearts of the people watching.
Because what theyโre asking for is acceptance โ
but the symbol they chose created distance.
And maybe thatโs not their fault.
Maybe no one ever gave them a language to say,
โEven without papers, I belong here.โ
This isnโt just Americaโs story.
Itโs a window into whatโs coming for Korea โ and everywhere.
We are entering a time of shared homes and mixed roots.
Undocumented neighbors, multilingual children, unseen communitiesโฆ
So the question is not:
โWhat will they do?โ
But:
โWhat will we do?โ
Do we ignore them until it becomes a crisis?
Do we punish invisibility with silence?
Or do we create systems โ
legal, compassionate, clear โ
so people who live beside us
can also live with us?
Some protesters came out holding Mexican flags.
Of course, that might have been a sign of pride for their homeland.
But we also have to ask: how does American society perceive that scene?
If they wanted to say,
"I have been a part of this country too."
then perhaps holding the American flag,
or their childโs school flag,
or even showing up in their work uniforms
would have delivered a much stronger message.
Cleaning staff, caregivers, kitchen workers, delivery riders, construction workers...
If they had shown up dressed just like they go to work every day,
people would have felt it in their hearts.
โYes... these are the people who have lived with us.โ
In that moment, they stop being โillegal immigrants.โ
They become neighbors in our shared society.
This is not about sides.
Itโs about humans.
Living on the same Earth.
At the same time.
Why I wrote this now
Korea is already facing the beginnings of this story.
If we wait until things explode, it will be too late.
We need systems that offer consistent, lawful, and fair care โ
not just for immigrants, but for all of us.
Just because you donโt see it now, doesnโt mean itโs far away.
Maybe this isnโt about America.
Maybe itโs about us โ
and the kind of country we want to become.