My parents had one dream: two full-time jobs, one home, and one child. This assured them a comfortable lifestyle. However, life wanted to have a little fun and tweaked the plan a bit. Speechless, my parents learned that they would be expecting triplets. In their older age, working full time jobs, our relatives pleaded with them to have their children raised by extended family in the Philippines. My father refused, “Children should always stay with their parents! How will you watch them grow?” Their selfless attitudes were willing, but not ready, to resign from their jobs to raise three children on their own. My father was working countless overtime while usually earning minimum wage. Mom was on her feet twelve hours a day. Luckily, their goal, their “American Dream”, was saved. My aunt traveled six months at a time between the Philippines and America under a traveling visa. When finally pushed upon question, my aunt replied “I’m taking care of my nieces and nephew.” She made the ultimate sacrifice, packed her things, and made a permanent residency in the U.S. illegally for the next 12 years. Her life used to be centered around caring for our bed ridden grandmother in my parents’ hometown, but our grandmother shook her head, “Your sister needs you more.” With our newly formed family of six, we settled down in a home up in the Bronx, New York. Just like other families in the neighborhood, we just got by on our monthly tuition bills for the Catholic school down the street. The
Families that were in the rigorous process or working towards being granted legal authorization into the United States through an immigration program has become more demanding and selective. Also, the complexity in accessing affordable programs through the government has boosted. Families that hold distinctive legal statuses but not yet a citizen can receive limited access to benefits depending on their economic status and certification. As a result, there is an ever-widening barrier, currently and potentially for future Hispanic immigrant families attaining certain resources and employment.
Cecelia has been married to Hector for almost forty years. She came to this country illegally almost twenty years ago and has since been granted legal status as a Resident. Cecelia has been a work-at-home mom and enjoys taking care of her family and home. Cecelia does not know how to drive and does not speak English. Her inability to speak English has hindered her, and she must depend on her family when she has to interact with the English speaking community. Her limited cognition of English has also impacted her participation in her children’s schooling. While Cecelia’s nuclear family are in the USA her extended family all live in Mexico, recently her nephew Roberto also came to the USA, though illegally. Cecelia’s husband will not allow her to apply for food stamps and she is worried about how to feed everyone. She is able to get extra
My mother, Norma, immigrated from Mexico in search of a better life. While here in South Carolina, she met my father, Hector, and got married shortly after. Unlike my mother, my father was a citizen. Whenever I reached the age of 7, my dad passed away. This struck us hard. Fortunately, my mom received a monthly check for my brother and I that gave her plenty of help. But she knew that wasn't going to be enough. She knew she would have to look for a job and that it wouldn't be an easy task. Being undocumented in the United States and in search for a job wasn't easy. But that didn't stop my mom. She was constantly changing jobs not because she was fickle, but because of her issue. Something about undocumented immigrants that many people are unaware of is the unjust treatment they receive. Because of their necessity and knowing the difficulty of finding another job, the only choice they really have is to say nothing at all. My mom was in a position like that and I couldn't bear it. I begged her to quit. She mentioned "being treated like slaves" and that just upset me. Upon seeing my anger, my mom constantly reminds me "that's why you have to study, go to college, and have a good job to avoid being treated like an animal". She is currently out of that job but she did have something to say about it before she left. My mother has proven to me that through hard work you can strive forward no matter
Tatiana Sanchez, author of “Deported Mothers Make New Lives in Tijuana”, argues that the US immigration policy is stressing the human cost of tearing families apart to a critical and desperate situation. She is a former reporter/writer of The San Diego Union-Tribune and previously an investigative reporter with The Desert Sun in Palm Springs. Her insight on the immigration dilemma between the married couple Emma Sanchez and Michael Paulsen reveals that the immigration law automatically and severely bans applicants seeking legal status yet break the immigration laws, affecting the generations after the applicant.
Everyone has a different story of how they ended up where they are. But in many ways, people’s stories are all similar. There are many hardships that every family has to deal with when immigrating to a different country that they are not a citizen of. There are barriers and pulls, but there are also bridges and pushes. Even though people are from different countries immigrating to the United States, they all experience almost all of the same hardships, as displayed in the Pechota Family, John, and René’s immigration stories.
After my parents divorced, my sisters and I would go visit my dad in Arkansas every summer, but the only problem was that my older sister was never able to go with us on the plane. I never understood why until I got older and my sister came to me. She thought she would never be able to go to college and follow her dreams to become a doctor because she had found out that she was undocumented. It wasn’t until 2015 that my undocumented sister had the chance to become a DACA recipient.
My main purpose of this writing is to educate others of the struggle and unfairness of an immigrant family and first generation child in the united states. The kind of sources I will integrate are factual evidence of income and personal experience. This project is important to me because it happens to everyday and is very
While the INS – Immigration and Naturalization Services in collaboration with the Department of Homeland Security have a duty to perfom, the system has many flaws. The essay, “Impounded Fathers”, by Edwidge Danticat, brings to light some of the unfair circumstances caused by these organizations. It speaks about the immigration system in the United States of America and the adverse effects that it has had on millions of lives. Edwidge shared her personal experience with the system, as well as the experiences of other immgrants who were and are still being impactedby by these organizations. She spoke about the injustices dealt to persons of foreign origin and their American born children. These children who
The first day in the United States is one of the best day and most thrilling days in my life. My father and my older sister move to Malaysia to get a job and support our family due to financial difficulty and lack of job opportunity in Burma. After a few years, my father and my sister were able to enter as immigrant and they were sent to the United States as immigrants through United Nation. After being apart with my father and my sister for more than a decade, my parents decide to move completely to America where more opportunities are available for a brighter future. My family faces many obstacles during the process of migrating to America. Despite all the struggle that are on our way, my family finally arrives in the United States and face major changes in life.
The mold for an undocumented family typically consists of at least one if not both parents being undocumented and children who are natural born citizens. Families with mixed legal status have many hardships to face and overcome one of the most prominent and most fear inducing of all: deportation. The risk of one of their loved ones being deported and the chance of never seeing them again in the country is one that haunts millions of not only undocumented immigrants but their children as well. In a recent study conducted on multigenerational punishment Laura Enriquez stated the following, “In particular, scholars have shown how deportation policies impinge on the economic, social, and emotional well-being of family and community members in the United States and the country of origin” (Enriquez 941). Stating that immigration laws and illegal immigration status along with the risk of deportation tear families apart is an understatement; “…deportation threatens immigrant family stability. For fiscal years 2013 and 2014 (“ICE”) removed nearly 368,000 and 441,000 persons, respectively; making the total removed over the course of Obama’s presidency approximately two million” (Enriquez 940). A current web article by Derrick Rubenstein found most opponents argue that “…mass deportation would pay for itself in about four years. Plus, of course,
“Mom, will I ever be treated as a regular person? When will I be like the others without people look at me in a strange way and make fun of me, when mom? When?” Those were the questions I did to my mom almost every day after getting home from school. Fourteen years ago that my parents brought me to this country offering a better life with better opportunities than where I was born. I was seven years old when came to the United States, but I still remember the happiness I felt when I first step in this country. Throughout the years, I have realize that not everything is easy and simple as I imagined. My parents worked in the fields because of the lack of a social security and not knowing how to speak English. Many Americans do not know how hard it is the life of an immigrant, they should have a consideration for us and not just blame us for the deviance of the United States.
“My parents have been keeping a secret from me” my best friend Katia told me one day during our Algebra II class. I looked at her in confusion I didn’t understand why she was so upset, or any idea what her parents would be hiding from her. Looking at her, her face ever so frustrated, she told me “I don’t have a social security, I wasn’t born here, I’m an illegal immigrant”. This was very heavy news, considering the fact that we were only sophomores in high school. I couldn’t imagine the devastation she had to face when she was told by her parents that she couldn’t do or participate in certain things because of her immigration status, that discovery of course, she told me, was very hard for her. Anxiety over deportation should not have been a constant fear for her or anyone’s high school agenda, failing a course, now this, should have been the only scary thing about being in high school. Being the child of two illegal immigrants,who had just received their United States residency, myself, I saw how much my parents struggled. Both of my parents come from underprivileged families who immigrated to the United States came from Mexico to achieve a better life as teenagers. They later met here, got married, and had me here in San Jose, where I became a first generation United States citizen. I saw the amount of time and especially money invested in obtaining their residency, something, by what I understand, a high schooler has a very limited supply of. Time
Nine hundred and thirty-seven. That is the number of people assaulted and killed by law enforcement officers, this year alone. Our government is implementing laws and regulations that punish minorities and those without money so they cannot afford to live comfortably in our society. Citizens are being refused the right to serve in our nation’s military strictly because of the fact that they don’t conform to an archaic idea of a two-gender system. We are witnessing the Great Divide. American citizens are disunited based on issues of identity. With this divide, inequality has become an increasing issue, but strong individuals are unifying to fight for racial and gender equality. Many concerned individuals are fighting for equal opportunity in American society because our divided country allows some people to advance while others are held back.
As the descendant of an immigrant father and his father before him, I’ve witnessed firsthand the means and consequences of trying to enter this country and become a citizen. The
My parents did not come to San Diego with a lot of money, they only had ten million dong when they came, which to me sounded like a lot but my mom laughed and told me it was a thousand dollars in the U.S. For my parents, this meant they would go homeless in two months if one of them did not find any sort of work. For the first month, it was very difficult for them to find a job because they did not know how to find one. My mother would tell me how my father was a very strong man and yet no one would hire him because he would not know what to say during the interview. My mother would tell me how there were many nights she would fall asleep crying because she would think back to Vietnam when she was with her family and friends, where she did not feel limited or restricted by anything but money, and how now that she was here in San Diego, it was not only money but also her opportunity to socialize and communicate with many of the people around her. Even with my father by her side, she felt helpless and excluded from the community, like she no longer had a voice. Fortunately, near the end of the first month, one of the Vietnamese neighbors actually noticed my parents and greeted them. This man had a family and welcomed my parents greatly. He even helped my father find a job and get access to government services such as rent assistance, Medi-Cal and Food Stamps. Many immigrants share the same experiences my parents