Recognize yourself in he and she who are not like you and me.
Carlos FuentesTags: immigration diversity refugees
AMNESTY, n. The state's magnanimity to those offenders whom it would be too expensive to punish.
Ambrose BierceTags: humor politics punishment immigration crime amnesty
My mother did not want to go to America: this much I knew. I knew it by the way she became distracted and impatient with my sister, by the way she stopped tucking us into bed at night. I knew it from watching her feet, which began to shuffle after my father announced the move, as though they threw down invisible roots that needed to be pulled out with each step.
Catherine ChungTags: immigration moving mothers-and-daughters
...and it strikes her, as she walks, that borders, like hatred, are exaggerated precisely because otherwise they would cease to exist altogether.
Colum McCannTags: hate immigration borders
The essence of immorality is the tendency to make an exception of myself.
Jane AddamsTags: political-philosophy immigration social-justice
Wedding was quiet and small, home they shared was soulless, their food bland. Sarla and her husband felt like guests in that home rather than family. They wondered what had happened to their son.
Shilpi Somaya GowdaTags: immigration parting
As we all came to discover the limitations of assimilation, we grew closer as a family
Miguel SyjucoTags: family immigration assimilation
As she continues to answer questions about her employment, all these words mean little more to her now than I AM SOPHISTICATED, I AM WORTHY, I AM SOPHISTICATED, I AM WORTHY. She attempts the posture of a politician's wife, shoulders held back, dignifIed yet modest.
Tania JamesTags: immigration dignity
Slowly, even though I thought it would never happen, New York lost its charm for me. I remember arriving in the city for the first time, passing with my parents through the First World's Club bouncers at Immigration, getting into a massive cab that didn't have a moment to waste, and falling in love as soon as we shot onto the bridge and I saw Manhattan rise up through the looks of parental terror reflected in the window. I lost my virginity in New York, twice (the second one wanted to believe he was the first so badly). I had my mind blown open by the combination of a liberal arts education and a drug-popping international crowd. I became tough. I had fun. I learned so much.
But now New York was starting to feel empty, a great party that had gone on too long and was showing no sign of ending soon. I had a headache, and I was tired. I'd danced enough. I wanted a quiet conversation with someone who knew what load-shedding was.
Tags: drugs party immigration conversation empty new-york liberal-arts manhattan headache tired load-shedding
there may be thunder in Europe but it is in America the lightning will fall
Ambrose BierceTags: immigration anarchists fleeing-persecution legal-protection
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