Last night, I woke at about 2 am, and I couldn’t get back to sleep. My head was filled with images of children torn from their mothers and fathers. Of children shipped to far-away cities. Of parents crying. Of children frightened and alone. Of babies in the care of strangers who don’t touch them. Of 6-year-olds, terrified and crying for their mothers. Children in cages.

I couldn’t fall asleep. I was tortured by the thoughts and images of the children and their weeping parents. Our government is doing this.

I was outraged by the decision of the Trump administration not to reunite children whose parents were criminals. Does the government have the right to steal the babies of criminals? When was that law passed?

I had a thought. A fantasy. Lock up the Secretary of Homeland Security until every child is reunited with their family.

Words can’t express my outrage at what our government is doing to families. What happened to family values? Maybe that’s reserved for native-born citizens. Maybe they didn’t mean it.

Some parents will never see their children again. They made the mistake of seeking refuge in our country.

Can we report the Trump administration to some international court? The Hague? Where do you go to register a complaint about human rights abuses committed by a nation?