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Los Angeles, California is home to nearly ten percent of the United States immigrant population. After Donald Trump became the president of the United States many immigrant communities in Los Angeles became more concerned about their future. On may 8th 2017 in the local education section of the Los Angeles times the article “What it’s like to be a teen in L.A. with a parent in the U.S. Illegally” by Sonali Kohli was presented. In this article, she elaborates how the immigrant communities in Los Angeles are continuing to be marginalized, but this misfortune has expanded to the sons and daughters of immigrant parents (Kohli, 2017). Kohli focuses her article in three different High School students from near neighborhoods of inner LA: Maria Garcia, Lupe, and Daniel Garcia.
My name is Ethel Waters. I was born in Chester, Pennsylvania on October 31, 1896 as a result of the rape of my teenaged mother, Louise Anderson; she was 13 years at that time. My father John Waters is a pianist and family acquaintance from a mixed-race middle-class background, but he played no role in raising me. I was an American blues, jazz and gospel vocalist and actress. I frequently performed jazz, big band, and pop music, on the Broadway stage and in concerts, although I began my career in the 1920s singing blues.
At first, the social peculiarity given to me by my migration status and language limitations made me a victim of bullying, which made me want to go back to the safety and similarity of my home country. However, the persistent nature engraved in me by my parents did not allow me to give in to the constant discriminatory voices that kept telling me that I would never be "American" enough.
My experiences as an immigrant have certainly been difficult in some cases of racism, but I have generally been accepted as an American
For many years, unauthorized immigrants have migrated to the United States looking for a better future for their families. Many immigrants bring their children to this journey looking for a better quality of life, but what they don 't know is that their kids are going to face many challenges like discrimination, not belonging, health issues and most important being undocumented. In the article “I Didn’t Ask to Come to This Country... I Was a Child: The Mental Health Implications of Growing Up Undocumented” written by Jeanne-Marie R. Stacciarini in the Journal of Immigrant &Minority Health. Stacciarini holds a Ph.D. and an RN in nursing and mental health and is well-known for publishing investigations on minority health.
Jaziah Shipp “Disabilities” I have experienced being under many labels. With all of these labels the excruciating painful times were harder when I was just finding out that I was adopted wondering “do my birth parents even love me”, “who is my real parent”, and “why didn’t she want me”. When I was in elementary school I was labeled with a speech disability. School became a big issue in my life. I was so hurt when I had to present in front of the class.
Numerous stories are heart retching and devastating. Trying to imagine being in the shoes of those immigrants is almost impossible, as I have been blessed with a wonderful problem-free life. Unfortunately, I am unable to even relate to any of the several issues immigrants encountered daily, as I have never experienced anything they have suffered through. Although, I personally cannot attest to such horrible experiences, I can promote acceptance and equality among immigrants in America. Similarly, a quote by Carlos Ramirez suggests the same.
My dad worked in a bakery in South Gate for a few years and two years later my mom and my sister came to the U.S. The fact that I come from an immigrant family, I am aware of the struggles that many immigrants face. Someone who is undocumented faces different
When my family decided to move to America when about three years ago, I got to experience depression for the first time. Everyone around me seemed to be so unfamiliar and cold. I didn’t speak the same language that most of the people speak in my school, and we had different culture and shared different beliefs. I found no one to trust and talk to. My father’s word kept being played in my mind.
Foster care and abandonment The baggage that remains By Shaylah O’Hara Guest writer I had always felt that my mother did not want me. While she had several opportunities to get me back by simply providing a few clean drug tests, she was unable to do so. I tell myself that I ended up in the foster care system due to her addiction and that she did not intentionally choose drugs over me; while I do believe that, it still hurts.
Although I was born in Nevada, I left the states at three months old to China where my maternal grandparents lived. That was because my parents, as immigrants with a minimal educational background, were financially unstable and had to work, so they were not able to raise me. However, the summer before I turned 6 years old, my father brought me back to the U.S. to Los Angeles, California. By then, my parents were already divorced. I moved to Northern California where my aunt raised me in Cupertino for a majority of my elementary and middle school years.
In the 1950s, the United States was divided. The law said that black and white people must stay separated. This is called segregation. Blacks and whites ate at separate restaurants. They used different swimming pools.
One of the toughest adjustments, having been born to Mexican parents, is migrating to an unknown country where traditions and languages differ from one 's own. Though many pursue an education and strive for a better life, the purpose behind an immigrant, like myself, differs from the typical American. Immigrants strive for a life that was once impossible, going to school is not only to attain an education, but to better prove that we can also become successful regardless of our traditions and skin color. I lived in a country for over fifteen years, fearing deportation, not only losing a home, but potentially saying goodbye to a bright future. Although many feel empathy for Mexican-Americans, it is undeniably difficult to truly comprehend the immense trauma children and even adults undergo upon experiencing racism and prejudice.
Ten years ago, I immigrated to the United States and ever since I have been an undocumented immigrant. Due to my legal status in the United States, I felt like I was restricted from certain situations and possessions and would never be able to succeed. I was not living the normal life of a seven-year-old. Instead, I had to learn to cope and adapt to a whole new culture. Even though the drastic change at such a young age was a challenge, it has shaped who I am today.
In addition to this, I was constantly denied eligibility for scholarships due to my immigration status, and although I was given many opportunities to represent my school at national conventions, I was unable to attend for the same reason. Fortunately, I suddenly came to the realization that only obstacle preventing me from embarking on these scholastic and career opportunities was myself. It was then that I sought help and with the assistance of a few selfless individuals who took the time to walk me through the process, I
