It looks as if immigration, that ceaseless churn on a tireless planet, has hit another of its patented half-court shots. How on the turbulent Earth did the fourth son of immigrants from a giant country long discouraging toward female athleticism end up as the exhilarated play-by-play voice of the very American women’s Final Four?
Public transit commuters rarely interact with those around them, much less take the time to dig deep into their personal lives. But aboard a bus in Arlington, passengers will be introduced to six complete strangers and get to know their entire family histories through a new exhibit.
“The only crisis is that we have a lunatic with a lot of power,” Lakshmi said on “The Daily Show.”
My immigrant father considered adopting an American name a prudent measure to avoid mispronunciations. To me it felt like admitting defeat.
For most of the past year, Samuel Oliver-Bruno stayed in the basement of a church in Durham, N.C., taking refuge against a deportation order that would separate him from his seriously ill wife, his son and the quiet life that he had lived in the United States off and on since 1994.
Samuel Oliver-Bruno, an undocumented immigrant who took refuge in the basement of a North Carolina church for 11 months, and whose fellow congregants were jailed after trying to block immigration authorities from arresting him, has been deported, his church said Thursday night.
Growing up, she experienced first-hand the burden of being a child of immigrants who didn’t speak English. Helping her parents interact with the outside world fell on her shoulders.
Hadiya Afzal is just one of the unprecedented number of people between the ages of 14 and 35 running for political office this election season, according to the progressive group, Run For Something.
Though Vargas was living in the Bay Area with fake residency documents, his mission was to acquire a citizen’s cultural fluency. Movies in particular made visible the immensity and diversity of America; they also taught him a key lesson on how the experiences and renderings of a single place can differ, depending on who’s telling the story. After watching four distinct films set in New York City, Vargas marvels, “How can Martin Scorsese’s New York City be the same as Woody Allen’s New York City, which is not the same thing as Spike Lee’s New York City and Mike Nichols’s New York City?”
“I did all the translations for them,” Phillips said. “I saw how they struggled being new to a country and not knowing the language.”