Her name is Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.
America has lost its way. The strongest of people can be found in the unlikeliest of places. The future of the entire country will depend on them.
All across the United States, people scramble to survive new, draconian policies that mark and track immigrants and their children (citizens or not) as their freedoms rapidly erode around them.
For the “inked” — those whose immigration status has been permanently tattooed on their wrists — those famous words on the Statue of Liberty are starting to ring hollow. The tattoos have marked them for horrors they could not have imagined within US borders.
As the nightmare unfolds before them, unforeseen alliances between the inked—like Mari, Meche, and Toño—and non-immigrants—Finn, Del, and Abbie—are formed, all in the desperate hope to confront it.
Ink is the story of their ingenuity. Of their resilience. Of their magic. A story of how the power of love and community out-survives even the grimmest times.
My immigration dystopia novel was called 'far-fetched'. Not anymore.