The Immigrant Short Story

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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. During the 2016 presidential campaign, many politicians, specifically Republican Party frontrunner Donald Trump, have made the issue of immigration vital to their message. Sadly, much of what Mr. Trump has said about immigrants has been negative—calling Mexicans criminals and rapists and claiming that these men and women are ruining this country. Seeing millions of Americans cheer on someone who uses…show more content…
However, that was not the case. My mom and her family originally came here legally, but overstayed their visas. Luckily for my mother and her older sister, the men they would go on to marry already had American citizenship at their time of their weddings so they were able to apply and receive citizenship as well. Other members of my family who were at one-time undocumented experienced similar luck. A number of my grandparents’ siblings were able to receive legal status in the 1980s after Ronald Regan signed legislation granting amnesty to millions of undocumented immigrants who met certain criteria. Unfortunately, prior to this my grandparents moved my mom and her siblings back to Mexico after being in Texas for five years in order to take care of my great-grandfather who had become gravely ill and was nearing death. As such, they were not in the country at the time that legislation passed and did not receive that legal status afforded to millions of others by President…show more content…
Her mother is nearing 80 years old and is in declining health. When she dies, she will be buried alongside her husband back in Mexico. Without proper documentation, my grandmother will not be able to attend her own mother’s funeral without jeopardizing her life here in America. In fact, that same situation played out in 2013 when one of her brothers who still lived in Mexico passed away. She was heartbroken when he died as she had not seen him for many years. The fact that she was unable to attend his funeral alongside the rest of her siblings made it so much worse for her and for the rest of us. My grandmother has not seen her homeland in many years, and I fear she never will be able to return. It saddens me that so many members of my family and people we care about live in constant fear of separation from their family, and an inability to visit the places from where they

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