Immigrant: A Short Story

When I was deliberating topics for my case study ethnography report I was inspired to examine some one very close to me who is "undocumented", someone whose experience I have seen first hand, some one who has affected my life and understanding of immigrants with his situation; my partner, Mario. This class has exposed us to many writings on the subjects of migration, immigration and emigration. I began to compare the concepts and information in the readings to Mario’s personal situation. I was curious if his answer would be "In search of a better life" when asked, "Why did you come here?"

Welcome. A single word on the carpet by the door greets me whenever I come home. There had been times where that one word made my heart beat and cry with joy. But not now, for many things changed through the years. Now when I look at this carpet, I instead question back: ‘Do you really mean that?’

Hello reader, I’m about to tell you a story of some of my life. I am not normally one to volunteer details about myself, which I’ll remain somewhat reserved or completely leave some events out of this autobiography. Nonetheless, I believe I can still make my story interesting for the reader. I was born 1979, in Tampa, Florida; which, is also the same day my biological father decided to leave my mother and I. My mother isn’t a native Floridian, but had moved there with her family when she was still an infant, and had spent most of her life growing up in Florida. Needless to say, my father leaving was not an exciting time for my mother and I. Although she was employed Jimmy Cater was president and had taken the nation into

I was born on january/31/1919 in Vietnam and immigrated to France. In 1942 I was studying at the university in Nice, where I met a fellow student, Jadwiga Alfabet, a Jewish refugee from Poland. In the summer of 1942 the French police began arresting Jews with foreign nationality. In September 1943 the Germans occupied Nice and all the Italian controlled zones and we were in danger of deportation. I decided to hide not only my wife, but also her relatives. In November 1943 I took a train with a few of my wife's relatives to get them in touch with a smuggler who could take them to Switzerland, I made this trip several

Humanity is ever so much more complicated than one could have ever imagined. Humans can thrive on change, but ultimately look for something to declare as home. In search of this home people travel long distances and risk everything they have. When an American contemplates the word immigrant, one imagines the countless people from Mexico crossing into our country or the refugees that hope to make this country their home. What eludes most of us, however, is the reality that most people were, at one point, immigrants to this country and that our forefathers came here exactly the same as refugees come today. What is brought to mind when I hear the word immigrant is hope and perseverance. I remember the countless people who have traveled here

     It started like any other day up on the hills of Rhein, but that day had the scent of freedom floating in the air. The journey ahead of me had been teasing me for weeks, I was just so anxious to get away and start all over again. I had made certain arrangements before I left, our family dog was not allowed on the ship that we were going to be arriving in America, so I had my parents take care of the dog for us. It was a hard thing to do seeing that the dog had become more than just a pet to the children and I, for we almost would recognize him as a family member. Most of our possessions we were able to keep with us, but we had to keep the load light since it was going to be a tight stay in the steerage. I

My dad teaching me how to drive is a dream. Seeing him come home every night from work is a dream. His attendance at my graduation later this year is a dream.

When my mom told me to pack some clothes I asked her why she told me because we aren't we are going to Wisconsin to be with your family and ice cream with my brother when she told us it will happen in my room and she told us I was reading a book when it started my mom came in you don't me pack some clothes in your back she told me why where are we going mom I told her my mom told me to tell my brother Alex to come inside my room and said Wisconsin and said we're going to Wisconsin to see your dad's family oh yeah going to see my baby cousins next thing that happened we were in the gas station putting gas on the car and getting some chips and sandwiches then we were on the road and we were in Arkansas City my dad told us we were asleep during

Jimmy has been on 3 operations, to interrogate his former friend, one of them on which he found very uncomfortable. At first, he thought this was a fantastic opportunity. When Mr. Johnson, the school principal, sent a call slip for him, he thought he was in trouble. After all, there was 2 uniformed officers with vests that read “FBI” on the back. The meeting was casual, and the principal explained about the program, and that he was chosen to become a member. He gladly agreed and stamped his finger on a document. His mom was also their, and she congratulated him on taking this opportunity.

Let me just start off by saying that while stigma about immigrants may lead people to believe that they all have the same story or entered a country the same way, this is not true, we all have our own stories just like everyone else. People do not realize that if people are willing to leave behind everything they’ve ever known in the hope of finding a better life, they are essentially walking the path of the American Dream, the same path the founders of this Nation walked (Sailed, irrelevant to my point). Relations between people of different “races” seem to be fickle, at one point people may get along and then suddenly things change for seemingly no reason. Some may attribute this to life being change, yet there are no moral positives to

Having growing up in West Texas surrounded by so many people whose stories trace them back to Mexico, the topic of immigration is one with which I am very familiar. Furthermore, as a first generation Mexican-American, the son and grandson of immigrants, immigration is one of the most important issues in my life. The immigrant story is my story.

“The name is Ryan but the guys call me “Rock”. I was born in Galveston Texas in 1985. I am Currently stationed at the Army Base in Fort Knox, Kentucky. I recently got engaged to my beautiful fiance Lillian, she's the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. I haven’t yet told her but here in the next two days I’m back on the plane to Iraq. Tonight we’ll go to dinner and I’ll tell her the news that’s not good news. There’s no telling how long I’ll be gone anywhere from six month to maybe even two years. I play it over and over in my head what I’ll say to her but it will never come out the same. It ought to go something like this “ darlin you know how much I love you and this is the hardest thing for me but I’ll be leaving for deployment

Born on September 25, 1645. In New france, He decided he wanted to be a fur trapper when he grew up. He was lead by native americans when he went to the mississippi river. He was hoping he would find a passage to Asia. A month later he came by another indian tribe in illinois. The chief sent his son with them with a piece pipe so they would have a safe journey. After they got done exploring he went back to exploring.

Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a young princess named Aimee. Every year on her birthday she went on a trip to the neighboring kingdom to celebrate her birthday with king Henry and his friends. She would travel with her servant Sheila and two guards for three long days on carriage crossing Flor the evil witch's forest. Flor had grown up with the princess and were great friends before Flor stole the princess’s diamond necklace and was kicked out of the kingdom. Every time before the princess made the journey she would go to Noemi the spell caster to cast a spell on the evil witch to cross the forest in peace. The spell put Flor, the evil witch, into a deep sleep that lasted three days every time she woke up, she wouldn't remember the princess had crossed her forest until she was back

Waiting in the line to cross the border I started thinking about how long it had been since I had been Mexico. This part of Mexico isn’t where I’m from, but I can’t help but be remembered of what my life used to be when I did live in Mexico.