Essay On Mexican Immigration

As an American born and raised, I have surprisingly, never given much thought on how my race impacts my life and the people around me. It seems as if society today is obsessed with knowing what we are racially and where we come from, rather than our character and how we think or how we carry ourselves culturally.

Debate over immigration and immigration policy is not new to the nation's history. For a long time, Congress debated legislation to control the immigration problem. As immigration rises and hatred grows more laws will be carried out trying to release some of the pressure. Immigrants offer cheaper labor to businesses. Immigrants do not get minimum wage, but instead they get paid lower, this gives the business an edge over other competitors.

Being a Mexican-American, who was raised in the small town of Encarnación de Díaz – located at Los Altos de Jalisco, MX, – and then moved at the age of seventeen to Corpus Christi, TX, was not a smooth transition. The most difficult things I have encountered in my life must have been speaking a new language and adapting to a new type of living. I was fortunate enough to have amazing teachers who taught me to read, write and speak in English back in Mexico, but I was still not confident enough to speak the language when I arrived here. Although, many have told me that my English doesn’t sound as if I just moved here five years ago, I still believe I have so much more to learn.

When I was living in Cleveland, Ohio I have a friend that is an illegal immigrant. She is Mexican. We lived in the same apartment building. The apartment was different. It stretched to sky and I thought i was going to fall. She is just a year older than me. Her dad is janitor during that time when I was new to America. She is really nice and friendly. We always hung out and sleep over each other house. A couple of years later, I asked her “how did you come here?” She said, “ well, I don’t really remember how I got here, but my dad told me that we came by ship. It was not easy. He faced a lot of struggle just to get us here.” She came here when she was 5 years old and her name is Jameil. Her dad worked really hard. Her dad was divorced with

I was born in a third-world country. Though my family and I came to the United States when I was 8 months old, there is no disputing the fact that I am an immigrant. By definition, this word “immigrant” only means a person who migrates to another country to live there permanently. However, there is an apparent stigma in this country marking those with such a title like myself. To be looked down upon as an immigrant in a country founded by immigrants either shows the inherent negative stereotypes forced on those from several regions around the world, or the widespread belief that nationalism here is weakening. Both statements are confusing and lacking rationale.

This is a very interesting story. I am glad that she got to experience how the real life for most of us is, and how sometimes we only work to pay rent and bills. I myself can relate to that with my family. We came here in 2006, and my as an immigrant my mom had to work in whatever she could find, just to be able to pay rent and give me food. This is the reason why I go to school, to better myself, and to be able to get a job that I enjoy doing, and that it will give me a good paycheck. Honestly I feel bad for many people because, it is very hard to live in this country while getting paid minimum wage, but this is why we have to sacrifice ourselves and go to school to become someone.

Who am I? Who am I is what I tend to ask myself often, more than I probably should. That question floats around in my head from day to day waiting to be answered. Well to answer my question, I’m my roots. My Mexican roots have shaped me into the person I am today any many ways. Such as, the food I love to eat, the languages I speak, the music I enjoy listening to, the places I enjoy going to, all of my traditions, how I dress, and my name. All of those factors tie into who I am, Alejandra. I have Mexican blood running through my veins, which I’m very proud of. I have my parents to thank for who I am.

When I was walking along a river to gather sticks for a fire and a lady came up to me and I quickly ran I jumped over rocks and made it across the river. I knew she had the black plague. When I knew she wasn’t following me, I stopped. I knew who she was, it was Annabeth’s mom. I had to tell her, so I went back to my treehouse where me and my friends hang out.

“Don’t stop, keep going because something great is waiting for us on the other side,” my mother kept reminding me while crossing the desert. Crossing the desert to come to the United States was the hardest thing I had to. This was not optional; it was necessary if we wanted to survive. Crossing the desert is challenging, scary, and tiring

I am the second oldest of seven children and grew up in a middle class home. My father is Puerto Rican and Dominican and has worked hard to provide my siblings and I with everthing we need. I lived in New England, but moved to Minnesota on my tenth birthday. My parents taught me at a young age to search for my meaning and purpose in life and to use the gifts God has given me not only for my own success, but to service others. My gift of strength quickly made way for world records and winning world championships in powerlifting. I was also a long distance runner but after tearing both meniscuses and requiring surgery I decided to focus more on lifting and throwing. I am an All-American in both the shot put and discus. I am a captain on the track

Imagine arriving to a place you've never been to, a place where you don't know anyone. You try asking for directions but when people see you they turn their backs on you giving you dirty looks for looking differently. Finally someone is not outraged by the way you look but all you hear coming out of their mouths is a bunch of sounds, with no meaning.

The event that I am choosing to show my American Identity, is when President Obama got elected. I’m choosing this life event because, President Obama was our first African American to hold the office. Also President Obama was the first president born outside the continental United States. When I think of President Obama being the first African American president, I think that is amazing because, I would have never thought that he would win because of racism. I think that President Obama was a strong leader and was a great president and did a good job.

The United States is one of the greatest nations on the earth and it has always been, since its founding, a nation of immigrants. Today we are seeing a reemergence of that title with millions of its immigrant inhabitants calling America “Home”. Tens of thousands are fleeing from their native countries each year to America’s borders and shores to do the same thing. So much so, US immigration polices have become one of the leading issues going into the 2016 presidential election. It could even be argued that it has been a constant political issue for the past sixteen years. To so many legislating more robust punishments for the illegal entrance into the country while beefing up our border patrol is the answer this nation’s problems to immigration. However, little known to the average American there are international norms that must be adhered to regarding the basic treatment of even those that cross our borders illegally.

Am from American background. I have amazing family orientation which have a great value. My family does have an influence on an individual’s values and expectation. My patents shape who I am today because they are my role models. When I am growing I have an extremely strong work ethic. When I’m working on a project, I don’t want just to completing my ahead of time. My weakness is to wait until the last minute to set appointments at work. I always find it difficult to prioritize me self. Time management is a very big challenging with my school work.

Illegal immigration to the United States refers to the act of foreign nationals violating U.S. immigration policies and national laws by entering or remaining in the United States without proper permission from the United States government ("Illegal Immigration"). Illegal immigration has been going on since the 1880's and till this day the number of aliens has been increasing each year. The Page Act of 1875 was known as the first federal immigration law that prohibited the entry of immigrants. This law dealt with immigrants from China and Japan only, but eventually as years went on, laws formed against many other individuals. A recent law that was passed was in the state of Arizona, which is the SB1070 Immigration Bill. This law gives