Example Of Personal Narrative

Deportation has been around for quite some time, but has only now become a controversial topic due to the high incarceration and deportation rate in the last decade. According to Tanya Maria Golash-Boza, sociology professor at UC Merced, and author of the book Deported Immigrant Policing, Disposable Labor, and Global Capitalism, Obama and his administration deport more than 1000 immigrants a day. In the year 2012 the Obama administration established, “an all-time record high of more than 400,000 deportees” (Golash-Boza). What is more surprising is the fact that in 2012 more individuals were deported then the sum of all the individuals deported before the year 1997 (Golash-Boza). Mass migration of illegal immigrants began with the end of Keynesianism and the beginning of the neoliberalism. The ramifications of Neoliberalism has not only affected the us economy, but U.S. laws that directly influences the well-being of illegal immigrants.

On a typical March evening in Naples, I was introduced to this world- not the one in Italy (I wish) but in Florida. Unfortunately, my residence there was only temporary because I skipped around from place to place several times in Florida. In retrospect, however, I can credit my current “rugged individualist” character to these times. The “rugged” part did not until later though, so I was a bashful little boy until then. Anyways, there were several mornings while enjoying my Corn Flakes where I told my mother that I did not feel well so that I did not have to go to school. She did not ever find anything wrong with me, so I would reluctantly pick up my oversized, black book bag and start my day. Consequently, this shyness is what led to my isolationist character, which I did not truly break until the age of around 15. So, in Florida, I lived until the age of ten and I was a “special”, devoted introvert.

Deportation is an ever-present reality for people living in the shadows because they lack legal immigration status. This mixed with the other elements of fear made it almost impossible for many people to go for help with health problems. (Page-Reeves et al., 2013)

It's been an interesting year so far, and it looks like it is about to get even more interesting (more about that in a moment). What I wanted to write about in this here journal of mine is a new brand of shoe that I just purchased; they are called Nike running shoes, and I love them. They fit well, are comfortable and seem like they will last quite a while. I just had to have a pair (I think I'm the first one here at school to have them most of the other students have never even heard of them; Neanderthals, I know!). I predict they will be a big hit in the future. Okay, enough about shoes, let's move on to more serious matters, my love life! (just joking journal I have no love life right now). Oh well, I haven't written in here for the past few weeks, I guess I better talk about the events of the month. Let's see, it's October 1962 and a number of events have taken place; some here at the University of Mississippi, some in the United States and some internationally. Many of these events will likely have long-term impact on some very serious matters. Of course, I did not think any event would foreshadow James Meredith being admitted into the University, but, the first Negro being admitted into a higher education institution is an event that has only national implications, while the missile crisis in Cuba, could lead to death to thousands or even hundreds of thousands of citizens in both the United States and in Russia.

Immigrants who have illegally come to the U.S.., and have criminal convictions are being released from detention by the U.S. because their native country refuses to allow them to come back. After prison, Immigrants with criminal convictions are sent to a detention, in which they have to spend six months if deportation is not available. Due to this situation, many people; advocates and lawmakers in particular are enraged. Advocates and lawmakers believe that the U.S. could do much more to pressure uncooperative countries that refuse to take back their citizens. However, there are several difficulties that prevent the U.S. from taking action. It is forbidden to keep immigrants in custody when they can’t be returned to their homeland, therefore

When I was in 10th grade, my mother finally received notification that she would be deported from the country to Guatemala; however, she protested valiantly and stating, “I will not leave, I have children and a family here that need me to support them.” Maintaining a stable

People often think of language as a connector, something that brings people together by helping them share experiences, feelings, ideas, etc. We, however, are interested in how language sets people apart. Start with the peculiarities of your own personal language—the voice you use when speaking most intimately to yourself, the vocabulary that spills out when you're startled, or special phrases and gestures that no one else seems to use or even understand—and tell us how your language makes you unique. You may want to think about subtle riffs or idiosyncrasies based on cadence, rhythm, rhyme, or (mis)pronunciation.

At that time there were 1,138 children in immigration detention centres. (Whelan, 2014) When faced with what they believed was unconscionable evil they chose to not stay silent but to act. The manner of their action has since been the subject of much debate and some replication

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,

I was only thirteen when I first began to ask “who am i?” My parents would tell me stories of where I’m from, and how Sudan is like. My little brain couldn’t grasp the idea of having family, people that look like me, in the other side of the world. Going there was a dream for me, I had this vision in my head, this adventure I thought waiting for me, and so, I began to nag! “Can we go this summer daddy?” became one of my favorite things to say. I asked and asked, until I got what I wanted.

Immigration is a very sensitive subject to many people, specially if they are affected by it. Immigration has been a hot topic, specially with our new president. Immigrants are one of the most marginalized people, even when they are “legal” in this country. It can be their accent, background, or simply their appearance. While reading these articles, and videos, it brought a very emotional topic for me, which is illegal immigration. I had many friends and family members that have gone through the deportation process, as well as the fear of being deportable. My great-grandparents, specifically my great-grandmother was deported with her US daughter in the 1930’s. She was part of the mass-deportation of Mexicans, and anyone that looked Mexicans, including US citizens (De Genova, page 164). It took my great-grandfather over a month to find

Despite all international agreements or recommendations, every day in the United States the abuses against immigrants such as arbitrary detentions, no due process, expedited removal, separation of families, and inhumane working conditions are increasing under the justification of “national security”.

When I left Congo I was eighteen I was scared that people would kill me; my family saved up enough money to get out of us out the country I have about fourteen brothers and sisters so you can imagine how much money that was; we bought visa’s and headed to Virginia and we’ve been there six years now and life when we first settled was difficult we had to find a car and difficulty finding a house as well as a job. Things were ruff we had to learn English and finding schooling. The executive branch and direction that’s Obama has provided valued that about many as four million immigrants can be eligible for protection from deportation, the Obama program estimated about two million to 2.5 million people are going to be approved for this program by 2017. It’s estimated that 1.7 million young kids and children (immigrants) are estimated to be eligible for the Deferred Action for the Childhood Arrivals program, but since the first announcement and creating of the program in 2012 creation only about 610,000 people have successfully signed

DAAAAA DA DA DA DA DAAAAAAAA DA DA. I still remember the feeling in my stomach as I watched the flashing chandelier rise to the ceiling right above my head.  To think that I did not want to be there in the first place. Boy had my mom proved me wrong. It had all started at my Grandparents 50th anniversary celebration…

My dad means the world to me, he has taught me everything he knows to become a great son, brother, and follower of Christ. One of the greatest gifts my dad bestowed upon me was the gift of music. As a kid my dad became engulfed in music. He had a passion for music and he knew that it would be something he would love. On July 14th, 1983 my dad went to Journey’s Frontier Tour, it was general admission in the Arizona Veterans Memorial Coliseum. My dad pushed his way up to the stage. The huge speakers blasted out this amazing tune, his hair was pulsing in sync with the bass of the drums and his heartbeat, he had the time of his life. He still refers back to that as the best concert he has ever been to, until recently. But we will get to that later.