"We are the boat, we are the sea. I sai 1 in you, you sail in me." SANCTUARY (cont.fr om page 1) Salvador left them subject to death at the hands of their government. Their crimes consisted of engaging in workers' union activities and participating in literacy programs. Factory workers in El Salvador may make 60 cents a day. The illiteracy rate is 65%. Mr. Celaya had already been in hiding with two of Mrs. Celaya's brothers for two years when a death squad visited the family home in 1980. Three men were in the home and it was assumed that they were the men in hiding. The death squad burst in, killing Mrs. Celaya's brother-in-law, her younger sister's boyfriend, and a young friend of the family. The house was destroyed, her sister and a five year old girl were critically injured. There was then no choice but to flee. Our government refuses to recognize them as political refugees. One man at the service sang,"I grieve today for El Salvador, fïlled with the guns I have paid for..." On May 1, eight sanctuary workers in Tucson were found guilty of harboring illegal aliens. The meeting of the Friends was a statement of their recommitment to continue to provide sanctuary. It was also a staement of their feelings of shared responsibility. It was described as a celebration, yet there was much sadness and many tears. It was a birthday for the Celaya's new Uves but also a memorial service - a celebration of their still being alive, yet also an expression of their newfound freedom to grieve for all those they've lost. The Celayas are described as people of deep and abiding faith and hope. Despite the horrors which they have endured, it is remarked that they are often the ones who give strength to their supporters. They and those who harbor them have come to love one another. They also wish that they would never have needed to meet. The Celayas are now busying themselves with their lives here. They cannot legally work, but are active in providing education. They are witnesses to the situation in El Salvador and their testimony is now their primary tooi and contribution to the struggle. Mrs. Celaya commented, "We must put our grain of sand in the bucket." And the people sang: "We are the the boat, we are the sea. I sail in you, you sail in me."
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