Pubdate: Thu, 30 Nov 2000
Source: Register-Guard, The (OR)
Copyright: 2000 The Register-Guard
Contact:  PO Box 10188, Eugene, OR 97440-2188
Website: http://www.registerguard.com/
Authors: Stephen Buckley and Susan Levine, The Washington Post
Note: Washington Post article: 
http://www.mapinc.org/drugnews/v00/n1780/a09.html

ALONE IN AN UNFAMILIAR HOMELAND

CAMPINAS, Brazil - The woman gently touched Joao Herbert's forearm as he 
stepped off the crowded sidewalk and into an appliance store.

"Aren't you the boy who just arrived here from America?" asked Maria Leonar 
Vieira de Moraes, 60.

Herbert smiled and nodded yes.

"Welcome to your home," she said. Then she reached up and hugged him.

Hers was an oft-expressed sentiment during Herbert's first week here. But 
it masked the brutal, if sometimes poignant, complexities of the 
22-year-old's arrival in a homeland that is as alien to him as landing on 
the moon.

Herbert had not been in Brazil since he was 8, when an Ohio couple adopted 
him from a Sao Paulo orphanage. In June he was ordered to leave the United 
States, under a controversial 1996 law that requires deportation of any 
immigrant who has not been naturalized and is convicted of what the U.S. 
Immigration and Naturalization Service calls an "aggravated felony."

Herbert was expelled after being convicted of selling less than 8 ounces of 
marijuana - his first and only drug charge.

Herbert does not speak Portuguese, the Brazilian language. He came alone, 
knowing no one. He is a stranger to the culture. Yes, he retains snatches 
of his childhood here, but otherwise his memory of the people and landscape 
and rhythms of Brazilian life are a virtual blank.

Yet because of the circumstances of his return, of his highly publicized 
forced exile from America, Brazilians know him. They see him as a guy who 
made a mistake but deserved a second chance, a real-life victim of an 
unbending U.S. attitude toward drugs. For months before his deportation by 
the INS, the story of this burly, bespectacled young man played on 
television and in newspapers, and the Sao Paulo airport was swarming with 
reporters when Herbert landed late on Nov. 16.

After 20 months of INS detention in Ohio jails, Herbert's first week here 
gyrated between rage and relief. He exulted in his freedom, savoring his 
first home-cooked meal in Brazil and gazing at the graceful, sun-dappled 
mountains along the highway that runs into this prosperous city 80 miles 
north of Sao Paulo. He basked in the care of a U.S. expatriate from Akron, 
Ohio, who has adopted three Brazilian children.

Still it was a week full of difficult moments, when his lack of Portuguese 
paralyzed him, when stares on the street sometimes made him want to 
disappear, when the myriad decisions in his path overwhelmed him, when his 
bitterness toward the U.S. government revealed itself in waves of angry 
words and tears.

Time after time his new friend, Mike Miller, the Akron man who moved to 
Brazil as a missionary 12 years ago, tried to keep Herbert from despairing. 
"The past is the past, and there's nothing we can do about that," the 
Baptist pastor told the young man. "The only thing we can do something 
about is the future."

Herbert's journey back to Brazil began in 1997 with his arrest for selling 
7 1/2 ounces of marijuana to a police informant. He was sentenced to two 
years probation and six months in drug rehabilitation. While in rehab, he 
learned that because his parents had never had him naturalized after his 
adoption, the INS could begin deportation proceedings against him. 
Terrified, he fled. He was caught a year later when he came home to his 
mother and has been in detention since.

Immigrants-rights activists were outraged by Herbert's case. A state parole 
board unanimously recommended clemency, which Ohio Gov. Bob Taft, a 
Republican, rejected. Finally, Herbert decided to stop fighting and return 
to Brazil. His parents, Nancy Saunders and Jim Herbert, struggling with 
anger and grief and guilt over the consequences of their inaction years 
ago, supported the decision. Herbert's limbo status could have kept him in 
jail as an immigrant detainee indefinitely. He said he felt his life 
slipping away.

And so, days after a 20-minute goodbye visit with his parents - "twenty 
minutes for 14 years," Herbert fumed last week - he flew back to Brazil on 
travel documents provided by the embassy in Washington.

If he worried that Brazilians would reject him, those fears fell away 
immediately upon his arrival. On the subway, passengers waved at him. On 
the street, passersby wished him good luck. One 22-year-old woman walked a 
mile through pelting rain to deliver a "welcome to Brazil" letter to the 
Arsenal of Hope homeless shelter, where the embassy in Washington had 
arranged for him to spend his first weekend. A couple sent him flowers. A 
Rio de Janeiro man offered him a place to live.

People here were forgiving. "What he did was wrong, but I was a 
schoolteacher for 30 years, and I saw so many of my students get into 
trouble with drugs. It's an almost irresistible temptation," said de 
Moraes, the woman who hugged Herbert in the street. "Now, he has another 
chance. It's up to him to make the right choices."

Soon, however, the attention started to weary him. He was enraged when he 
awoke one morning to learn that a newspaper had gone to the orphanage where 
he had once lived, obtained a photograph of him as a young boy and 
published it. "It was a picture of myself I'd never even seen," he said.

Last Wednesday afternoon, he walked up to a newsstand with Miller, who knew 
the manager. After being introduced to Herbert, the manager said, "I've 
seen you on TV, haven't I?"

Herbert left quietly. "I don't want to be the center of attention," he 
said. "I just want to be out of the way."

As the days passed, he was surprised by how Brazil felt both strange and 
familiar. He was taken by the new cars, by the stylish restaurants and the 
U.S. fast-food joints, by the well-stocked grocery stores. He kept seeing 
well-known brands such as Hellmannn's, Johnson's and Ajax. He kept hearing 
U.S. music.

Those comforting moments, however, were juxtaposed against numerous awkward 
episodes, the worst of which had to do with his not knowing Portuguese.

Last Tuesday, he walked into a restaurant, and strode up to the counter to 
order.

"I'd like a mini-pizza," he said, trying to communicate in halting Spanish.

"We've got plain cheese, or ham and tomato," the waiter behind the counter 
said in Portuguese.

"I'll take pepperoni," Herbert said, not having understood the waiter's 
response.

The puzzled waiter returned with a ham-and-tomato pizza.

Herbert goes everywhere with his dictionary. His little Spanish is not much 
help, as he has come to realize. When he hears new words in Portuguese, he 
tries to repeat them, as if to register them immediately to memory.

His frustration over the language only compounds his overall anger. He is 
angry at what he described as the callousness with which the Immigration 
and Naturalization Service treats immigrant detainees. He is angry at the 
U.S. government for crafting the law that ripped him away from his family.

He takes no comfort in legislation - in part a response to cases such as 
his - that now grants automatic citizenship to virtually every foreign-born 
child adopted by an American. The law, which will be implemented fully 
within months, applies to adoptees under 18.

"I made a mistake, and I'm remorseful for what I did, but I don't think I 
was treated fairly," he said. "If the Brazilians did to an American what 
America did to me, Americans would be up in arms...

"What am I supposed to do if my father - my father is a paraplegic - if 
something happens to him?" he continued, nearly shouting. "What if my 
mother got sick? I couldn't go back to see her without going to prison."

His parents fear they may never see their son again, because of the cost 
and difficulty of traveling to Brazil.

"I barely had time to give them a hug before I left," Herbert said, tears 
spilling down his cheeks. "It hurt, it hurt, it hurt."

People such as Mike Miller hope to help dull that pain. Miller, 42, an 
easygoing missionary who leads a small church in Campinas, heard about 
Herbert when he was in Akron last summer.

The Millers served Herbert his first home-cooked meal in Brazil. They 
showed him around Campinas. They helped him set up an e-mail address. They 
shared Thanksgiving dinner.

The Millers arranged for Herbert to stay in the spacious home of a 
Brazilian couple in the church, Lidia and Donizette Tarifa. They said they 
did not hesitate to take him in because they have a 25-year-old son 
addicted to crack cocaine who does not live with them.

"We understand the pain," Lidia Tarifa said. "We had to help."

Herbert is still roiled with uncertainty: Where will he find a job? Where 
will he go after he leaves the Tarifas at the end of the year? Will he make 
friends? How will he adjust to Brazilian ways?

Yet for a few minutes last week, those questions gave way to Thanksgiving 
as he stood up in church and recognized the efforts of the Millers and the 
Tarifas and his mother and father and friends in America. As he spoke, 
Miller's arm looped over his shoulder, Herbert wept.

A few minutes later, the pastor asked visitors to stand and introduce 
themselves. The young man stood up. "My name is Joao," he said. "I live in 
Campinas."

They were his first public words in Portuguese.
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