They shouldnt teach their immigrants' kids all about democracy unless they mean to let them have a little bit of it, it ony makes for trouble. Me and the United States is dissociating our alliance as of right now, until the United States can find time to read its own textbooks a little.
James JonesTag: democracy propaganda immigrants united-states-of-america
I have finally learned that I am as much a part of this country as those villagers. Whether they like it or not, my umbilical cord is buried in the earth of Vietnam just like theirs.
Sherry GarlandTag: citizenship immigrants
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Superorganism. A biologist coined that word for our great African ant colonies, claiming that consciousness and intelligence resided not in the individual ant but in the collective ant mind. The trail of red taillights stretching to the horizon as day broke around us made me think of that term. Order and purpose must reside somewhere other than within each vehicle. That morning I heard the hum, the respiration of the superorganism. It's a sound the new immigrant hears but not for long. By the time I learned to say "6-inch Number 7 on rye with Swiss hold the lettuce," the sound, too, was gone. It became part of the what the mind would label silence. You were subsumed into the superorganism.
Abraham VergheseTag: consciousness africa new-york immigrants
I have seen them stagger out of their movie palaces and blink their empty eyes in the face of reality once more, and stagger home, to read the Times, to find out what's going on in the world. I have vomited at their newspapers, read their literature, observed their customs, eaten their food, desired their women, gaped at their art. But I am poor, and my name ends with a soft vowel, and they hate me and my father, and my father's father, and they would have my blood and put me down, but they are old now, dying in the sun and in the hot dust of the road, and I am young and full of hope and love for my country and my times, and when I say Greaser to you it is not my heart that speaks, but the quivering of an old wound, and I am ashamed of the terrible thing I have done.
John FanteTag: america american-literature immigrants immigrant-experience
He had come to America, haven of peace and liberty, and it, too, was joining the slaughter, fighting for the big capitalists. There was no peace for men, only murder, cruelty, brutality.
James T. FarrellTag: immigrants world-war-i young-adults
With over a millennia of heritage behind them, each with their own glimpse of empire and some pinnacle of human expression (a Sistine Chapel or Götterdämmerung), now they were satisfied to express their individuality through which Rogers they preferred at the Saturday matinee: Ginger or Roy or Buck. America may be the land of opportunity, but in New York it's the shot at conformity that pulls them through the door.
Amor TowlesTag: individuality conformity new-york immigrants
Most New Yorkers spent their lives somewhere between the fruit cart and the fifth floor. To see the city from a few hundred feet above the riffraff was pretty celestial. We gave the moment its due.
Amor TowlesTag: new-york-city immigrants socialites
I wonder if my father, given the chance, would have wished to go back to the time before he made all that money, when he just had one store and we rented a tiny apartment in Queens. He worked hard and had worries but he had a joy then that he never seemed to regain once the money started coming in. He might turn on the radio and dance cheek to cheek with my mother. He worked on his car himself, a used green Impala with carburetor trouble. They had lots of Korean friends that they met in church and then even in the street, and when they talked in public there was a shared sense of how lucky they were, to be in America but still have countrymen near.
Chang-rae LeeTag: immigrants korean
Người Việt Nam đẻ ra là tự động biết sợ ma, sợ mơ thấy lửa, sợ gò má cao, sợ nốt ruồi ở tuyến lệ, sợ ăn thịt chó đầu tháng, sợ ăn thịt vịt đầu năm, sợ hương không uốn, sợ pháo không nổ, sợ năm hạn, sợ tuổi xung, sợ sao Thái Bạch, vân vân và vân vân.
Người Pháp không sợ vu vơ như vậy. Người Pháp gọi đó là mê tín dị đoan. Nhưng người Pháp học cấp một đã sử dụng trôi chảy các thuật ngữ: thất nghiệp, trợ cấp xã hội, lương tối thiểu, tiền thuê nhà, tiền trả góp, tiền bảo hiểm ô tô, hợp đồng làm việc ngắn hạn, dài hạn, thời gian thử thách, thuế thu nhập, thuế thổ trạch, thuế ngự cư, thuế vô tuyến truyền hình, thuế giá trị gia tăng...Người nước ngoài ở Pháp còn sử dụng trôi chảy thêm một số thuật ngữ khác: thẻ cư trú tạm thời, thẻ cư trú vĩnh viễn, thẻ lao động, hồ sơ tị nạn, hồ sơ quốc tịch, hồ sơ đoàn tụ gia đình, hồ sơ xin trợ cấp...
Tag: french france immigrants vietnam fears vietnamese
When we came to America, though, we didn't know what the right thing was. Here we lived with no map. We became invisible, the people who swam in between other people's lives, bussing dishes, delivering groceries. What was wrong?
We didn't know. The most important thing, Abba said, was not to stick out. Don't let them see you. But I think it hurt him, to hide so much.
Tag: america invisible immigrants
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