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“My grandmother said that they had some land that they were never able to recover,” she says. “And I don’t know whether they were compensated at all.”

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The two worlds that comprise my being constantly play tug of war in my mind. My parents came from poverty in Ecuador, so I was raised believing that hard work and education can take you anywhere. Whether that work is in the classroom, at the gym or networking at a business event, persistence is what fosters success. Not your race. Not your native language. Not your ZIP code.

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Joseph O'Neill, The New Immigrant Experience

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Joseph O'Neill, The New Immigrant Experience

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O'Neill says he found America to be a welcoming place, where people were less inclined to make judgments based on race or class — but also not particularly interested in learning about his background.

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Jhumpa Lahiri's Struggle To Feel American

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Jhumpa Lahiri's Struggle To Feel American

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Lahiri says her parents were always isolated from mainstream American culture. Despite the fact that they spoke English, they were "betrayed by their accents." If the family went to buy a washing machine, the sales clerk would talk to Lahiri, assuming her parents couldn't understand.

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"I'm not going to play anymore," I said nonchalantly. "Why should I? I'm not a genius."
She walked over and stood in front of the TV. I saw her chest was heaving up and down in an angry way.
"No!" I said, and I now felt stronger, as if my true self had finally emerged. So this was what had been inside me all along.
"No! I won't!" I screamed.

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The solitude of being an immigrant, the solitude of having to learn a language in a culture from scratch, the need for some sort of explanation, the need for answers, the need for something that would somehow shelter me lead me to books," Diaz says.

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"The New Colossus"                               By Emma Lazarus

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"The New Colossus"                               By Emma Lazarus

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With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

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If you go through
there is always the risk
of remembering your name... If you do not go through it is possible to live worthily

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"Because she was so focused on her music and much of her time was spent commuting from Zushi City into Tokyo for class, Ando didn’t have any social life. ... she was accepted into Schmeider’s Artist Certificate program at Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas on full scholarship."

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Peter and his mother walked for seven days, going from village to village, carrying blankets and food. “We tried to go to villages that were safe,” Peter recallsAlong with the others who were over 18, Peter was sent to Chicago and given an apartment plus money for living expenses for three months. Once again, the young men were facing a survival situation; this time, they needed to create new identities in an urban environment with unfamiliar expectations.