Life Of A Child Of An Immigrant

968 Words Dec 12th, 2015 4 Pages
Life of a child of an immigrant My parents both came to this country at a very young age. My father was 16 when he first moved to the U.S. and my mother years later moved when she was 19. I am a child of immigrants and it was hard growing up. I consider myself a Mexican American or Chicana. I grew up in the suburbs of Los Angeles and later moved to Las Vegas. As I asked my father what he had to deal when he first moved he said “people would discriminate me just because I couldn’t speak well English and because of my brown skin”. “I was only 16 and wanted to live the American dream, but it was more like hell in America”. A lot of people are discriminated every day just because they aren’t Caucasian/white Americans, but they’re still American they live here and have a living here. I lived a happy childhood in California I never had an experience with racism and discrimination, until I moved to Reno, NV for school. I went to a Donald Trump conference to rally the event. A middle age man approached me and started shouting to me and some friends to “go back to Mexico!” I later yelled back I’m an American just like you I was born in the U.S. He kept saying vulgar words to me and started to tell me if my parents are immigrants so am I, I am an anchor baby. The term anchor baby started to get popular because of the candidate Donald Trump. The American heritage dictionary of English language definition is considered an offensive word “Used as a disparaging term for a child born to…
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