One day, I was at home when I found out my father had been killed.It was a tragic day and my mother, devastated from the loss, wanted to move to America, speaking of being safer there and how America could help us all.I was privileged and fortunate to contribute to the discovery and development of several new cancer drugs that are available for patients today. We had a hard life and he tried to make end meet for us. He is now 24 and about to get out and is facing deportation. He has been convicted of 3 felonies and he has served 6 years in total. They worked long and hard days doing blue-collar jobs so that my parents would have a better chance at life. Since I have been here I’ve formed a family of my own.As a parent, I am blessed to have one son serving our country as an officer in the 82nd Airborne Division and another son pushing the boundaries of medicine and science beyond that taught to me a generation ago. Like many immigrants, I am grateful for what America has to offer and strive to make America a better country. But given today’s circumstances, if I were a refugee, would you see me differently? He has a green card and me and my mom are citizens. Came from Peru as a child and his whole life is here. My parents chose to honor their sacrifices by seeking a better life in the United States. I hate hearing family members and friends calling us to be careful because in Hudson ICE was seen deporting families. I don’t know anything about Mexico because I was raised here and I find myself scared to be deported to a place that I do not know.Basam My dad was born in 1968 in Saigon, Vietnam during the Vietnam War. I don’t know how I’m going to pay for college and I want to be an engineer. When I was 1 year old along with my 2 older brothers and my mom. It is hard and it keeps getting harder for some reason. My child was seeing her father on father’s day and meeting her brothers and great grandma. I wanted to visit my uncle who lived in Seattle and thought I might get a bit lucky so then I could get a job and live there.
I was privileged to work alongside many dedicated colleagues at the FDA and National Cancer Institute as a commissioned officer in the US Public Health Service. My grandparents were refugees at the time of partition in India from, what is now, Pakistan to present India. Living the American dream shouldn’t consist of being scared every second of the day. My dad is a resident alien but could never fix my situation.I was about 3-years-old when the Iran-Iraq war started.My experiences as an immigrant child growing up in the US helped me gain an appreciation for the gift of life.My dad was 7 at the time when my grandfather was taken to a camp that was owned by the communists and was kept as a prisoner of war. I feel so helpless and sometimes I wonder why my parents even decided to come here. Border control said get a visa you’ll be back in 5 days. I really hoped I could get through the process and at the end I would be granted a US citizenship.He returned 10 years after when my dad was 17 years old and my dad’s family opened up a salon. He says getting the job was easy since he had a friend who helped him. I’m 16, live in a small town and I am a daughter of an immigrant. I’m the president of debate club, where we talk about bills, current news topics, and political nominees. I had a working permit which I had to renew annually and I never missed paying taxes.Growing up, I was fortunate to make many wonderful friends of diverse ethnicities, religions, and backgrounds.I was fortunate to have received an education that opened many doors for me.I am now in law school working to make sure our systems provide everyone with a fair shot at success and my sister is teaching English helping the next generation learn empathy. He was far from his family in Mexico but convinced a good religious man to build a home for his family and brought his family home to the United States. Graciela Los Angeles After my family got a visa in Yemen, I was so glad that I would be going to the USA. I did not know about immigration until recently and I cried for days. There are so many risk factors that come with being an immigrant but my parents always managed to cope with them.We honor the sacrifices of our family by trying to make the world a better place. Years later, my mother cleaned others people’s homes and ironed other people’s clothes: neighbors’ homes and clothes, in a middle class neighborhood in a home my father purchased. All my family were happy for us but most of them were crying at the time we left. She was driving to work when a police officer pulled her over because she wasn’t wearing her seat belt. For a single mother that is illegal it’s “I have to go to court, I have to show identification… My father, mother, sister, and I all have our passports. Maria New Jersey I never knew being illegal holds you back from many things you can do here in the states. I stayed 90 days, came home then went back and fell pregnant in August 2005.My siblings and I went to school and had good grades, my mother working as a waitress, yet again.I grew up to be a police officer, wanting to be able to prevent crimes in my city, New York, like to what happened to my father.