Top 288 Immigrant Quotes

Of course, we knew that this meant an attack on the union. The bosses intended gradually to get rid of us, employing in our place child labor and raw immigrant girls who would work for next to nothing.

‘First Gen’ is kind of the ode to my parents and to really all immigrant children who come here with kind of a preemptive expectation placed on them, and then they get there, and they realize the American dream is bigger than, sometimes, what our parents dreamt.

When you’re walking down a street and you are a brown-skinned person or you’re a person that lives in an immigrant community, there’s no differentiating on – solely on the basis of what you look like. They don’t walk down the street saying, hi, I’m an immigrant; I’m here legally or not.

I don’t think France is a racist country, I really don’t, but we do still have many problems with our immigrant past, and there’s a shame that goes with that, that works both ways, in the host and in the post-immigrant generation.

We should embrace our immigrant roots and recognize that newcomers to our land are not part of the problem, they are part of the solution.

I came from an intellectual family. Most were doctors, preachers, teachers, businessmen. My grandfather was a small businessman. His father was an abolitionist doctor, and his father was an immigrant from Germany.

Immigrant children are highly vulnerable. Their level of disadvantage and fragility has consistently grown due to factors outside their control.

Get involved in your neighborhood. That’s how I got really, really committed to the immigrant rights movement.

One way to quantify the immigrant contribution to the overall economy is to measure their share of the U.S. economic output. One such examination for the years 2009-2011 found that immigrants contributed 14.7 percent of the total economic output.

Puerto Rican culture is very different from Mexican culture. Part of the Mexican psychology is the idea of being an immigrant or being illegal or being confused with that. That doesn’t happen with Puerto Ricans, because you’re a commonwealth.

What any immigrant is after is a taste of home.

I think any immigrant who comes to this country also knows somebody who is undocumented.

My grandfather was a Russian-Jewish immigrant who lived in Northern Ireland and apparently when he sang in the synagogue he made everyone cry.

Arranged marriages are big business in the U.K. Second- and third-generation immigrant families, with no extended family structure, limited networks and religious restrictions on acceptable ways to meet future spouses, are turning to external matchmakers for help.

As a young black immigrant at an inner-city school, I saw how poverty of ambition left many from disadvantaged backgrounds on the scrap-heap.

If the Republican Party works with the Hispanic community, the immigrant community, they’re natural allies. People who came to this country are more freedom-loving and more American than people who just happened to be born here.

I understand the whole constant foreigner stereotype, but for me it’s important to portray immigrant characters like Jian-Yang and Danny Meng with humanity.

My dad was an immigrant kid and a Democrat and a Jew, and we didn’t know any Republicans in our group. So I grew up Democratic. My dad was a labor lawyer – a very hardworking guy, a one-horse labor lawyer – and then I went to hippie college and lived in the bubble.

Of course, everyone in the New World is an immigrant or a descendant of immigrants, and immigrants have built America and continue to do so. Legal or illegal, they are almost universally good people who work to better their lot and that of their children.

One way to quantify the immigrant contribution to the overall economy is to measure their share of the U.S. economic output. One such examination for the years 2009-2011 found that immigrants contributed 14.7 percent of the total economic output.

I came from a traditional immigrant family where education meant there were only a few valid paths: doctor or lawyer – and I didn’t want to be either one.

I think everyone is kind of an immigrant somehow, and I wasn’t raised in an American society at home. My household was a Jamaican household, so I got all my traditions, all my roots and culture intact, so I’m able to support both countries.

As an immigrant, I am grateful for the tremendous opportunities that this great nation has afforded me and my family. I am also aware of the ongoing challenges that immigrants confront, and understand that respecting law and borders is essential for keeping America strong.

If Theresa May is a white woman who is very well-educated and very wealthy, she’s more likely to act in the interests of, say, a very wealthy white man than she is a working class poor black or immigrant woman.

I come from an immigrant family, but I know no other nationality apart from British.

American literature has always been immigrant.

I am not a woman on Monday, an immigrant on Tuesday, a worker on Wednesday, and a mom on Thursday, I am all of those things all of the time, and I am going to fight for all of those things all of the time.

Whatever country you go to, you need to definitely follow the rules. So I believe it’s very important for people, wherever they go, any immigrant should know or should try to learn something about the culture.

When I think about where most of Scripture points me, it is toward defending the poor, and the immigrant, and the stranger, and the prisoner, and the outcast, and those who are left behind by the way society works.

We’ve got to do everything we can to speak to and protect our immigrant communities.

We have overcome economic devastation, defeated mighty oppressors, and lifted up generation after generation of Americans. We can – and we will – do it again. For that is our birthright as members of the American family – white, black, Hispanic, Asian, immigrant, or descendant of the Founding Fathers themselves.

Libraries are not just places where people go read a book, but places where an immigrant goes to take English lessons and where folks out of a job search for community.

As with the Pacific Gateway, Canadians were similarly hoodwinked by the Immigrant Investor Program (IIP).

My dad is a Ghanaian immigrant, and he wanted a son who was an engineer.

Our universal message of access to economic opportunity resonates with the ironworker in northeastern Ohio and the immigrant in South Florida. And we sometimes have a relationship deficit with our voters, because we’re not communicating that message.

As an immigrant, I have lived, in a way, the American dream, and I want to make sure that opportunity is available for everybody.

I grew up in San Diego with immigrant parents, before the food blogs, before this kind of celebrity chef culture we know now.

Every immigrant who comes here should be required within five years to learn English or leave the country.

In my essay for ‘The Good Immigrant,’ I write about how concerns about race and immigration crept up on me a bit because of how I grew up and my background – I was quite fortunate, really; I never got the rough end of the stick with a lot of that kind of stuff.

I teach kids to read on a Saturday for this charity called Real Action. It’s a voluntary school because lots of the kids around my area of London are from immigrant families and need extra help with reading.

Definitely that was a big part of my childhood: wanting to fit. As an immigrant, you talk funny, you look funny, you smell funny. I wanted to do nothing but fit in and talk English and sit with everybody else.

Being an immigrant gives you so much courage.

Failure to deport aliens who are convicted for criminal offenses puts whole communities at risk – especially immigrant communities in the very sanctuary jurisdictions that seek to protect the perpetrators.

One of the hard things coming from an immigrant family – or any family that doesn’t believe in the arts – is that you have to disappoint your parents. That’s hard for people to do if you’re a good kid.

The privilege of serving my country is not only rooted in my military service, but also in my personal history. I sit here, as a Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Army, an immigrant.

I was standing on a ladder outside the Homestead juvenile immigrant detention center outside Miami, looking over the fence, and I saw children lined up like prisoners. They had been separated from their families and put in this private detention facility. It was horrible.

We cannot shun our values as an immigrant nation. This is a wrong path. And while possibly it is a short-term political victory based on division and based on creating a wedge issue that splits people in this country, it is a long-term defeat for this Nation.

America is the civilization of people engaged in transforming themselves. In the past, the stars of the performance were the pioneer and the immigrant. Today, it is youth and the Black.

On my father’s side, I’m descended from immigrants, one of whom was a Syrian refugee from the Armenian genocide, and my mother was an immigrant from Germany whose visa had expired and, for a year and change, was undocumented here in the U.S.

Why am I a liberal? Because I don’t forget that I’m an immigrant and that I’m a Hispanic and that I have a Latin accent when I speak English, and I want to defend those who get racially profiled by people who would discriminate against us?

People sort of misinterpret the immigration story. I often hear people say that, well, you know, they emigrate to another country for a better life. That is not what the story of the immigrant is. They go to another country to provide opportunities for the next generation.

You don’t have to be Latino to speak powerfully about how important it is to have a police department that cares for our immigrant communities.

What is Americanization? It manifests itself, in a superficial way, when the immigrant adopts the clothes, the manners and the customs generally prevailing here. Far more important is the manifestation presented when he substitutes for his mother tongue the English language as the common medium of speech.

I’m very interested in getting inside the heads of people society discards, people on the fringe, especially immigrant kids. We dismiss them without getting into details of who they are.

I’m a big supporter of the military simply because I’m the daughter of a Polish immigrant who fled Europe during World War II from Poland and lied about his age to join the Army simply because he was proud to be an American. And who isn’t?

What inspired me to work so hard and to maintain my determination was seeing my mother. She was an immigrant and was struggling in America to make it by; that inspired me to work hard.

It’s every immigrant child’s dream to tell your parents they don’t have to work anymore.

When a law enforcement officer apprehends an illegal immigrant, it makes no sense to simply release that individual who has been breaking our laws with no threat of sanction or penalty.

I had immigrant grandparents who came to this country and came for religious freedom and loved it, never made any money, Bronx, Brooklyn, but loved America. And they told me every day it’s the greatest country in the world.

I never did very well as an immigrant. I’ve lived in several countries and been a disaster everywhere.

For immigrant women, fighting for some of the standard platforms of the women’s movement may feel unthinkable when deportation is staring you in the face every day.

Every unskilled illegal immigrant who enters the United States for work drives up healthcare costs for every American. And, every illegal immigrant we turn a blind eye toward weakens the rule of law our country is founded on.

As an immigrant justice advocate, I, of course, want legal status for everyone trying to make it in this country.

The immigrant blame game is one of the most predictable, and most deplorable, elements of public debate in our nation.

I’m an immigrant.

I never, ever, had a person who could come up with the name of a person who could not get a job because an illegal immigrant had stepped in front of them, because it was either a job that person didn’t want to do or didn’t exist.

I’m the daughter of two Indian immigrant doctors, and I have an older sister and younger brother, and none of us have pursued medicine as a career. We’re all over the artistic side of things.

America was and is the immigrant’s dream.

I’m an immigrant writer, or an African writer, or an Ethiopian-American writer, and occasionally an American writer according to the whims and needs of my interpreters.

It was my father who taught us that an immigrant must work twice as hard as anybody else, that he must never give up.

Hispanic citizens know that illegal labor is taking jobs from their children and their legal immigrant friends.

A tiny apartment might hold three generations of an immigrant family.

When I was at MIT I was a good model minority. But the concept of an Indian immigrant creating e-mail in Newark, N.J., blows the mind of certain people.

Yes, we become stronger when men and women, young and old, gay and straight, native-born and immigrant fight together to create the kind of country we all know we can become.

Immigrant essential workers are integrated into our communities and clearly into our workforce.

I’m an immigrant myself. It was a tough road to come to America and work.

My mother is an immigrant from China, and she filled my head with stories about ghosts and fighting monks in China, so the world of ‘Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon’ was a very familiar one.

In Holland I have seen well-meaning, principled people blinded by multiculturalism, overwhelmed by the imperative to be sensitive and respectful of immigrant culture, while ignoring criminal abuse of women and girls.

I was the one that in a very overconfident immigrant way thought I knew exactly how to raise my kids. My husband was much more typical. He had a lot of anxiety; he didn’t think he knew all the right choices. And, I was the one willing to put in the hours.

There’s a narrative out there about Republicans being not just anti-illegal immigrant, but anti-immigrant. It was very important to me to break the narrative.

Immigrant communities have been genuinely accepted in London.

My childhood growing up in that part of Glasgow always sounds like some kind of sub-Catherine Cookson novel of earthy working-class immigrant life, which to some extent it was, but it wasn’t really as colourful that.

I understand the whole constant foreigner stereotype, but for me it’s important to portray immigrant characters like Jian-Yang and Danny Meng with humanity.

When you come from an immigrant home, you’re in a whole different world until you leave your house. In my teenage years, I had to learn to switch cultures the second I left my house and, when I came back, to go back to my fundamentals.

We have a lot of comments on the news, we have a lot of rhetoric over what an immigrant is and what a deportee is, but you don’t hear any real stories. I don’t think we ever had the chance to really tell our side.

I grew up in an immigrant household with an Italian father who came to the U.S. when he was 15.

There’s virtually nothing made up in ‘The Immigrant.’ So much of the film came from somewhere in my family’s past. All the details are from my own family.

Growing up in America, I experienced two puberties. The first opened me up to the possibilities of adulthood. The second reinforced that for someone like me – an immigrant, a minority, an Asian-American – there were limits.

I have immigrant, African parents. They would say, in their Nigerian accents, ‘So you want to be a jester?’ And I was like, ‘I don’t want to be a court jester, Ma. I want to be a comedian.’

Sometimes my biography is interpreted as the upbringing of a French aristocrat. It was very, very different. We were a family of mercantile, immigrant Jews.

I have an immigrant story. Most people come here for economic reasons, or religious reasons, or racial reasons, or gender reasons, or one of those things. I had a good job in Paris, but America was, and still is, the golden fleece. And I’ve done very well!

Let’s stand together, stick together, and work together for justice of every description. Racial justice. Gender justice. Immigrant justice. Economic justice. Environmental justice.

When you look at what’s written under the Statue of Liberty, it’s the immigrant story. It’s about ‘bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.’ It’s not about ‘only bring me only your rich, your wealthy, your smart.’

DiMaggio was never a rube. He was very smart and very urban. Coming out of the Great Depression, he was the immigrant boy who made it big. Coming back from World War II, he had all the wealth and power that New York aspired to. When New York saw itself as the center of the world, he was its paragon of class.

Mum used to hide love letters from my boyfriends and put me down. Now I understand that she was a Polish immigrant forced to settle in Chicago. She was jealous of the freedom life gave me.

There was no market for poetry about trauma, abuse, loss, love, and healing through the lens of a Punjabi-Sikh immigrant woman.

I’m made up of immigrant stock. I went to a primary school in London. I grew up eating Spangles, why shouldn’t I be as well placed to speak for Londoners as anyone else?

When we get to the third and fourth generation immigrant families and beyond there will be more England supporters among them, maybe even the majority. I have had British Asians tell me they support England because of me or Adil Rashid and that’s great to hear.

I am not a woman on Monday, an immigrant on Tuesday, a worker on Wednesday, and a mom on Thursday, I am all of those things all of the time, and I am going to fight for all of those things all of the time.

The business of being told to earn a dollar, that no one is going to give you anything – that was kind of my mantra throughout my childhood, and now it’s in my adult life. I find that people really tend to relate to the immigrant father, whether he be Italian, Greek, Spanish or whatever.

That’s sort of part of the American ethic – is not to worry too much about the past and that it shouldn’t define us. And most certainly, that was the case with my mother, who was an immigrant to America.

That is a reward that humbles me: the fact that immigrants coming to America, much like I did, can come into a Forever 21 and know that all of this was started by a simple Korean immigrant with a dream.

Well, I grew up in Switzerland where my parents were immigrant workers, but my whole family are very good cooks – my father also. So I always saw my parents enjoying to cook and prepare the food.

Donald Trump has shown no interest in working toward increasing the minimum wage, no interest in doing anything but immigrant baiting, no interest in doing anything but filling the swamp with a band of billionaires who are simply trying to help the wealthy.

Take it from this immigrant from Israel, a proud Israeli-American, born in Egypt, a Muslim country: America is great. Not perfect, but great. And we shouldn’t allow any rhetoric to make us think otherwise, because America is great – period.

My mom is a Sikh immigrant born in a refugee camp. My Irish-Swedish-Norwegian-Danish-English-American dad grew up Baptist.

Our schools face immense pressures caused by the different needs and languages of children from immigrant families, particularly in urban areas.

I grew up with a single mum, an immigrant mum who couldn’t speak the language, no money, three kids on her back, coming from Rwanda, and she’s done a sterling job with all three of us.

It’s true that immigrant novels have to do with people going from one country to another, but there isn’t a single novel that doesn’t travel from one place to another, emotionally or locally.

Immigrant parents dream that their children will find a place in their new home, and they willingly suffer hardships in service to that dream. That was certainly true of my parents.

By the time I was 16, I was someone to reckon with. I was so eager to repudiate any connection with any immigrant race, I would go above and beyond. I was desperate to belong to something. That was my drive as a teenager.

Yes, we become stronger when men and women, young and old, gay and straight, native-born and immigrant fight together to create the kind of country we all know we can become.

I think our immigrants are a strength for us in San Diego. I think it’s a strength in our communities in California. Our immigrant community in San Diego has been part of the fabric of our city for decades, and it’s one that I’m proud of.

I’m an immigrant, and I think being an outsider in your home is something that I really relate to.

My particular lifetime, my individual profile, represents something very basic to African-American history and culture because I was a second generation immigrant, so to speak, from the South. My grandfather was born in South Carolina – well, both grandfathers were born in the South.

My great-great-grandfather lived to age 28, my immigrant great-grandfather Pedro Gotiaoco died at 66, my grandfather was 68, and my father died at 34.

Immigrant characters now are getting much more well-rounded, and they have personalities, which is important because we do need to portray immigrants in a humanizing way.

My grandfather worked in a shoe factory – he was an Italian immigrant. My father was the first to go to college in the family.

The city has become a serious menace to our civilization… It has a peculiar attraction for the immigrant.

My own grandparents came to the United States as immigrants in 1912, and they lived for some years in Italian ghettos in New York. Most immigrant groups start in ghettos somewhere, and many of them never get out.

Everybody was a democrat where we grew up. It was a blue-collar town and the democrats represented the working class and the unions. But very, very super-conservative Catholic, very proud immigrant community, very stoic.

What interested me was the story of Bennet Omalu. You hear his narrative: Immigrant from Nigeria, landing in Pittsburgh, only to learn and tell the truth about this most American – and sacrosanct – cultural institution: the NFL.

Kim’s’ is one of the most unique shows to hit the air, with its focus on individual and communal growth, family, and most importantly: immigrant culture.

The immigrant experience in ‘Ilustrado’ was only a small part of what I intended to be a broader look at the Filipino experience, even if that broader look was itself merely a specific perspective.

And you have to remember that I came to America as an immigrant. You know, on a ship, through the Statue of Liberty. And I saw that skyline, not just as a representation of steel and concrete and glass, but as really the substance of the American Dream.

If you got up this morning and had fruits for breakfast, it was probably picked by the bent back of an immigrant worker. If you slept in a hotel or motel of the nation, you probably had your room done by an immigrant worker.

I was the daughter of an immigrant, raised to feel that I needed to get excellent, flawless grades and a full scholarship and a graduate degree and a good job – all the stepping stones to conventional success.

As a young black immigrant at an inner-city school, I saw how poverty of ambition left many from disadvantaged backgrounds on the scrap-heap.

When you look at what’s written under the Statue of Liberty, it’s the immigrant story. It’s about ‘bring me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.’ It’s not about ‘only bring me only your rich, your wealthy, your smart.’

My father was an immigrant from Russia and my mother was first generation.

To the European immigrant – that is, to the aliens who have been converted into Americans by the advantages of American life – the Promise of America has consisted largely in the opportunity which it offered of economic independence and prosperity.

I’m a brown-skinned Indian immigrant, low-caste untouchable – I don’t know how many labels you want to put on me – who’s fought all his life.

My grandfather was an undocumented immigrant. My great-grandmother, my bisabuela, carried him over the border in her arms.

For immigrant women, the very act of immigration is about opportunity, equality, and freedom. Women immigrants come to America to care for their families, escape gender-based violence, or express their sexual identity.

Yeah, I’m a young immigrant and I came to Canada with nothing.

Because I sidestepped all the stereotypical roles, in a way I’ve made a career out of not being Asian – a lot of my roles weren’t written as Asian – so there’s an impulse in me that wants to take a U-turn and play a very grounded, real Asian character, maybe an immigrant.

In America especially, if you’re Chinese and you work at a restaurant, there’s a certain connotation among the Chinese immigrant community: It’s the first generation that opens restaurants as a way to survive. You open to support your family so your kids can become doctors and lawyers.

We all know the stories about the Human Rights Act… about the illegal immigrant who cannot be deported because, and I am not making this up, he had a pet cat.

The journey from employee to entrepreneur was a complex and taxing one for an immigrant like me.

As the youngest child of a single immigrant mother with a third-grade education, I never thought in my wildest dreams that I’d ever be an elected official.

Depriving immigrant families of health care, healthy food, insurance, and antipoverty supports does not just hurt them. In the long term, it hurts everyone.

If cheap immigrant labor is made unavailable, employers can hire Americans at a higher wage, or replace low-wage immigrant workers with technology and automation, which will create a smaller number of skilled jobs for Americans.

The best way to prevent the homegrown-inspired attacks is literally positive engagement with Muslim communities. Making sure that any immigrant population that comes into America assimilates, becomes part of our culture. That has been our history; it has made us strong.

Lots of special interests play the immigrant blame game every day because they like things the way they are and don’t see a need for change.

‘The Immigrant Story,’ which took me about twenty-five years to write, was a very simple story, but I couldn’t think of how to tell it. Then twenty years after I started it, I found this one page and realized it was going to be the story. That’s the only way you get it sometimes.

Other Asian actors, especially American-born actors, sometimes shy away from immigrant roles.

I come from a family of Russian immigrant Jews who were all big storytellers, who would get together, and one would try to top the others’ stories, and stories would get bigger and bigger. And the lying aspect, the exaggeration, would get large.

For black and Asian people of my generation, the England team and the cross of St George were once ingredients in a toxic broth. For decades, a minority of England fans brought the nation and the national team into disrepute, bringing violence both to foreign streets and immigrant communities at home.

I have been a foreigner all my life, first as a daughter of diplomats, then as a political refugee and now as an immigrant in the U.S. I have had to leave everything behind and start anew several times, and I have lost most of my extended family.

When I think of my work, I’m aware that I’m American and African at all points and times. And without a doubt, my experience and understanding of America was shaped by having immigrant parents.

We should be the natural home for the millions of Britons of immigrant origin. But we’re not. Because too often we’ve sounded like people who wish they hadn’t come here at all.

I took Laura on a trip once where we followed the Immigrant Trail for about six hundred miles. She really learned a lesson. People forget too often how it was back then.

My parents come from that immigrant culture that places a lot of emphasis on doing well scholastically. Being a comedian or an actor is such an American thing. The Iranian culture is not about dreaming. It’s about taking over your father’s business, falling into line.

My parents are small business owners, and the Korean community, like a lot of immigrant communities, is very much owner-driven.

The IIP had to be folded up by the Harper Conservatives after it became clear – and as it took the ‘South China Morning Post’s Ian Young to reveal – that Canada’s ragged refugee-class immigrants had contributed more to Revenue Canada than the IIP’s big-spender immigrant investors did over the life of the program.

But I try to play everything very authentically, even if it is an accented immigrant, Jian Yang, that I play on ‘Silicon Valley.’

If one has problems with immigrant communities in Europe, that should not be used against Turkey.

As an immigrant, I am grateful for the tremendous opportunities that this great nation has afforded me and my family. I am also aware of the ongoing challenges that immigrants confront, and understand that respecting law and borders is essential for keeping America strong.

Increasingly I feel like a Jew, an immigrant, a Russian – anything but a normal, mainstream American.

In the 1960s, my first-generation immigrant parents were gifted the olive branch of a blue British passport when working for the British Army in Cyprus. It completely transformed the Paphitis story.

The DREAM Act was intended to benefit illegal immigrants who were brought here as children, the most sympathetic subset among our large illegal immigrant population.

Humor has historically been tied to the mores of the day. The Yellow Kid was predicated on what people thought was funny about the immigrant Irish. When you’re different in a society, you’re funny.

We just need more complex, important roles that tell our experiences as an immigrant; as someone with an accent, but also American; but also someone who’s second or third-generation American, born and raised here who actually don’t speak any language other than English.

Nostalgia is a particular affliction of immigrant fiction, and it’s led to a kind of sclerosis of the form. I hate nostalgia, and I feel it’s good to be aware of the politics of these genres.

Take it from this immigrant from Israel, a proud Israeli-American, born in Egypt, a Muslim country: America is great. Not perfect, but great. And we shouldn’t allow any rhetoric to make us think otherwise, because America is great – period.

Comedy is still alive, and there are still funny people. Jews are still overrepresented in comedy and psychiatry and underrepresented in the priesthood. That immigrant Jewish humor is still with us.

‘Lollipop Opera’ is the backdrop to Finsbury Park. A place that is very thriving, interracial and lot of music stores, Greek, Turkish, all sorts of immigrant music. It’s utter Englishness. It blends the Jamaicans, the Irish. It’s like what Jim Reeves did with American country music.

In becoming an American, from Europe, what one has in common with that other immigrant is contempt for me-it’s nothing else but color.

Of all the questions I get asked as an undocumented immigrant in the United States, there are two – asked in various permutations via email, social media or in person – that chill me to the bone: ‘Why don’t you just make yourself legal?’ And: ‘Why don’t you get in the back of the line?’

I’m a first-generation Japanese immigrant.

I grew up in an immigrant household with an Italian father who came to the U.S. when he was 15.

I knew I had to write about Canada. I just could not find in literature any examples of the immigrant experience that I’ve had.

There will always be frictions when you have a foreign worker population or immigrant population in the country, and we have to manage that, and that requires good behaviour and adjustment both on the part of the foreign workers and the immigrants as well as on the part of the Singaporeans.

As writers, we don’t just need to write about poverty or war or the immigrant experience.

I’m a different immigrant. My life is so lucky compared to so many.

Really, the values under which my generation was raised in the ’50s were immigrant values even though we weren’t immigrants. The greatest thing you could be was a college-educated Negro.

As you know, I’m an immigrant. I came over here as an immigrant, and what gave me the opportunities, what made me to be here today, is the open arms of Americans. I have been received. I have been adopted by America.

In a country built on the dreams and accomplishments of an immigrant population, a particularly severe wound is inflicted on that principle when an immigration matter is not conducted in accord with the best of our tradition of courtesy and fairness.

But I try to play everything very authentically, even if it is an accented immigrant, Jian Yang, that I play on ‘Silicon Valley.’

For me, as an immigrant who didn’t speak the language, when I would have struggles as a kid, my dad would say, ‘Once you are able to communicate with people, they’re able to connect with you beyond your otherness.’ That is really the message I’ve carried throughout my life.

Being in the immigrant rights space, I’ve heard a lot of transactional talk with questions like, ‘When will black people show up for immigrants?’

Considering our history, I can think of nothing more American than an immigrant.

I’m an immigrant. I’m from the Middle East.

I’m an immigrant and I’ve always wanted to write something about America.

We help immigrants because we are an immigrant nation, and we are an immigrant church. We’ve always done that; this is nothing new to us. This is not a new venture for us. It’s who we are and have been from the very beginning of the history of the Catholic Church in this country.

Like Barack Obama’s father, Trump’s mother was an immigrant. But Trump doesn’t often bring up his Scottish ancestry on the campaign trail.

If you are Black or Brown, or a liberal or immigrant or Democrat, or a woman unwilling to quietly submit, then Ailes was the ultimate villain. You were the object of mockery and scorn – sometimes overt, often subtle. You were the thing to be gawked at, pawed at, jeered at, propositioned or feared.

As a child, I grew up the son of German immigrant parents, so I grew up being teased and called ‘Fritz’ at school. When I married my wife and went to live in Vienna, I was teased for being a Brit.

Decades of racist, dehumanizing immigration policies have created systems that have criminalized and traumatized our immigrant neighbors, friends, and families in St. Louis and across our country.

Every single immigrant we have, undocumented or documented, is a future American. That’s just the truth of it.

Lower-income immigrant families might receive more in benefits than they pay in taxes. But that mathematical equilibrium is temporary, and an artifact of the way the tax-and-transfer system is structured to help lower-income families and to support families with kids.

In a way, women are a psychic immigrant group.

I became more interested in the idea of being an immigrant and particularly of being in a country you’re not familiar with. And so I began reading migrants’ stories. The fact that my father is Chinese – he emigrated from Malaysia when he was about 20 – may have had some bearing on my attraction to the subject.

My father was a Jewish immigrant who settled in Argentina and was left to his own devices at the age of 15. My mother was a teacher, herself the daughter of a poor immigrant family.

My story is an immigrant story. My story is of people moving from one country thousands of miles away to another and forming new links, new family and new relationships.

And being that my father is gone in immigrant and I have you know – that I owe my existence to immigration, I think that the fear of immigration that has existed in American history from the first day, I just find it to be wrong.

America isn’t Congress. America isn’t Washington. America is the striving immigrant who starts a business, or the mom who works two low-wage jobs to give her kid a better life. America is the union leader and the CEO who put aside their differences to make the economy stronger.

Learning to distinguish the illegal immigrant from the legal immigrant does not solve the problem of illegal immigration.

We help immigrants because we are an immigrant nation, and we are an immigrant church. We’ve always done that; this is nothing new to us. This is not a new venture for us. It’s who we are and have been from the very beginning of the history of the Catholic Church in this country.

I was born to Chinese immigrant parents, who came from Taiyuan.

I think being an immigrant makes me overly optimistic.

People often think of America as a classless society, but, of course, that isn’t true. Within immigrant communities, there’s an enormous distinction of class, depending on who your parents are, and that kind of thing comes out really quick in things like marriage and interpersonal relationships.

I see myself as a transient, not an immigrant.

As an immigrant, I appreciate, far more than the average American, the liberties we have in this country. Silence is a big enemy of morality. I don’t want our blunders in history to get repeated.

An estimated 7 million illegal immigrants were residing in the United States in January 2000. This is double the size of the illegal immigrant population in January 1990 and constitutes 2.5 percent of the total U.S. population of just over 281 million.

It is wrong to divide the nation white against black, native born against immigrant or one religion against another. It is also wrong to divide people by income. East Germany was not an improvement over South Africa. Obama divides Americans against each other. This is wrong.

It is important to have safe borders, but at the same time, we can’t forget what brought us here. This is an immigrant nation.

I have a lot of rage about things that didn’t happen to me, tied up with watching an immigrant, working-class father struggle to make his way through the world – and seeing how society was modeled to keep him in his place.

American literature has always been immigrant.

I’m an immigrant.

I came here as an immigrant. We were poor. We went to flea markets to sell gifts to make ends meet. Just the mere fact that I can be running for Congress is something that can only happen in a place like America. It’s such a wonderful country.

I don’t know if it’s because my father’s from Argentina, that I’m the son of an immigrant, I don’t know if its because I’m Jewish, but I have always been mindful that the best insights occur when you have some kind of an outsider perspective.

I’m the first person in my family to go to college, and I’m an immigrant. My aspirations coming out of college weren’t particularly lofty. I wanted a good job with a good company.

I’ve commissioned an adaptation of ‘The Jungle’, by Upton Sinclair, a story of a young immigrant from Lithuania to the meat-packing industry of Chicago in 1904, and the rise of the unions in America.

There are few countries in the world where you can go in one generation from immigrant to parliamentarian.

With immigrant parents, they’ve had to sacrifice so much to survive, and they’re trying to preserve the culture they lost, so there are just so many boundaries.

If certain books are to be termed ‘immigrant fiction,’ what do we call the rest? Native fiction? Puritan fiction? This distinction doesn’t agree with me.

All American fiction could be classified as immigrant fiction.

The immigrant blame game is constant. Cynical politicians believe it drives poll numbers; cynical commentators believe it drives TV ratings.

‘Sesame Street’ early on and then ‘Little House on the Prairie’ was a big deal in our house. I always identified with ‘Little House’ because they were wanderers, and there was something about being an immigrant.

I’m a first generation immigrant.

Growing up in the suburbs of Chicago, the color of my skin and my rather peculiar background as an Ethiopian immigrant delineated the border of my life and friendships. I learned quickly how to stand alone.

It is inconceivable that releasing an illegal immigrant that could cause a tuberculosis pandemic here in the U.S. would ever be considered as a possible option.

If an African-American or a recent immigrant – or anyone else, for that matter – can’t feel secure walking into a police station or up to a police officer to report a crime, because of a fear that they’re not going to be treated well, then everything else that we promise is on a shaky foundation.

I identify with Superman. I am adopted, I am an only child, and I love the idea that he comes from another world, that he’s the ultimate immigrant. He has all these extraordinary powers, and he has a righteousness about him.

My father was a Jewish immigrant who settled in Argentina and was left to his own devices at the age of 15. My mother was a teacher, herself the daughter of a poor immigrant family.

The immigrant experience in ‘Ilustrado’ was only a small part of what I intended to be a broader look at the Filipino experience, even if that broader look was itself merely a specific perspective.

It’s much too easy to come here illegally and very, very difficult to become an immigrant through lawful process. I think we need to reverse those.

No country has been more invigorated by immigrant culture, more rewarded by immigrant labor and immigrant ideas than America.

I made ‘The Farewell’ for me, for my family, and for other immigrant children, or children of immigrants, who feel caught in-between two worlds.

I’ve often felt like an outsider, not necessarily because I’m Korean, an immigrant, or female. I think writers are odd people.

I see the Conservative party becoming more and more attractive to people from all different backgrounds, particularly because so many of the immigrant communities are people who work hard and get on in life… so I think they are naturally Conservative.

You discover how confounding the world is when you try to draw it. You look at a car, and you try to see its car-ness, and you’re like an immigrant to your own world. You don’t have to travel to encounter weirdness. You wake up to it.

My father left Nazi Germany a year after Dr. Kissinger, and so in my household he was very much an icon. He was a kind of immigrant success story, a refugee success story.

I’m still the community college kid with immigrant parents.

My father was raised in an orphanage, and my mother was an immigrant from Poland whose first childhood memory was of hunger. Somehow, despite all of that, I am called a member of the ‘elite.’ If so, I damned well earned it.

I feel I have a responsibility to carry out the immigrant story, since it’s one that I hold very dear to my heart, since my story is similar in a lot of ways.

My mother is basically an immigrant because she came from Tonga.

As an immigrant, I learned by watching other people.

For many immigrant groups, lack of trust in authority is something they actually bring from the countries they come from.

I came to America, and I made good. It’s an old story, but it hasn’t been told in a long time. Usually, it’s, ‘I’m an immigrant, I came here and got persecuted.’ My story is I came here, I worked hard, and it worked out all right. So it’s still available.

Why do elites hate the poor? It’s xenophobia. They don’t know any poor people – except their off-the-books Brazilian nanny and illegal immigrant cleaning lady from Upper Revolta who don’t speak English.

In my life as an immigrant living in low-income communities, as an emergency physician and as a public health advocate, I have seen more preventable deaths than I can count or recall.

We cannot shun our values as an immigrant nation. This is a wrong path. And while possibly it is a short-term political victory based on division and based on creating a wedge issue that splits people in this country, it is a long-term defeat for this Nation.

I was incredibly shy and insecure as a child. I was bullied. I was dyslexic. I had an immigrant single parent. I was the opposite of that kind of ideal, cool girl thing.

I’m the only child of immigrant parents, you know? So all the pressure is just kind of on me: You have to make it. And I was like, ‘Well, let me make it in music.’ They were like, ‘Nah, you gotta go to school.’

I have been a foreigner all my life, first as a daughter of diplomats, then as a political refugee and now as an immigrant in the U.S. I have had to leave everything behind and start anew several times, and I have lost most of my extended family.

Why do elites hate the poor? It’s xenophobia. They don’t know any poor people – except their off-the-books Brazilian nanny and illegal immigrant cleaning lady from Upper Revolta who don’t speak English.

When a law enforcement officer apprehends an illegal immigrant, it makes no sense to simply release that individual who has been breaking our laws with no threat of sanction or penalty.

The black immigrant experience in the U.S. must be understood not in contrast to the African American experience but as an integral part of it.

I want to present the immigrant community in more of a real light.

DACA led to a mass influx of illegal immigrant children crossing the Mexican border into the U.S. who came believing they would likely be able to stay.

Part of the reason why my folks – why any immigrant family – wants their kids to go into law or medicine is because there’s the promise of reliable work. That’s a powerful idea that got hammered into my head growing up: Be this thing, or else you’ll starve.

The textile industry became a huge deal in 19th century America, kind of like the tech industry is today. And that immigrant tradition continues, especially in tech, America’s most dominant and dynamic industry today.

One of the great pluses of being an immigrant is you get to start again in terms of your identity. You get to shed the narratives which cling to you.

For immigrant families, television is what connects you to American culture, but it’s also what makes you feel like an outsider.

My mother is deeply pragmatic by nature. Perhaps you had to be, as an immigrant. You made do.

Too many of our immigrant communities have been forced to live in fear, uncertain about their futures.

There’s a lot of negative speak about what it means to be an immigrant. I’m like, ‘OK, I don’t know where that came from.’ We do the dirty jobs. We do the good jobs. We get the job done.

What motivated me? My mother. My mother was an immigrant woman, a peasant woman, struggled all her life, worked in the garment center.

Especially for Haitian immigrant parents, being a musician is not a job.

I’m very inspired by him-it was my father who taught us that an immigrant must work twice as hard as anybody else, that he must never give up.

I can understand the value of the immigrant experience and that we have become the nation that we are because people like my grandmother were able to make a life in this country.

From my youngest brother to immigrant women to black queer folks, those are the people who keep me going. When I think about their various acts of courage, it reminds me that I am not alone and that we can do even more, and we deserve more, so we have to keep going.

My father was an immigrant who literally walked across Europe to get out of Russia. He fought in World War I. He was wounded in action. My father was a great success even though he never had money. He was a very determined man, a great role model.

The Pulitzer Prize was established when Joseph Pulitzer died in 1911, leaving a bequest to create the eponymous award. An immigrant from Hungary, Pulitzer struck it rich by combining the ‘St. Louis Post’ and the ‘St. Louis Dispatch’ to make the – wait for it – ‘St. Louis Post-Dispatch.’

In many immigrant families, the parents are just talking and talking about the home country until the children are like, ‘Oh, don’t tell us any more.’

My mum thought my TV and film addiction was laziness. If you’re an immigrant, you know you’ll never be an accepted part of society, but you hope your children will be, and you try to make them essential to the community in a practical way – being a doctor or a lawyer. Acting was beyond their comprehension.

With immigrant parents, they’ve had to sacrifice so much to survive, and they’re trying to preserve the culture they lost, so there are just so many boundaries.

The first time I set foot in Boston City Hall, I felt invisible – swallowed up by the cavernous concrete hallways, and shrunk down even more with every checkpoint and looming government counter. My immigrant family tried to stay away from spaces like these.

I am an immigrant from Mexico. I came to the United States looking for a landscape where I could explore ideas freely and to test my entrepreneurial spirit.

I was standing on a ladder outside the Homestead juvenile immigrant detention center outside Miami, looking over the fence, and I saw children lined up like prisoners. They had been separated from their families and put in this private detention facility. It was horrible.

If an immigrant comes here, and they’re willing to create jobs, and they’re willing to contribute to our economy, we have to make it easier for the kinds of immigrants we want, because that is the past of America; that’s our greatness, and that will continue to be our greatness in the future.

The base of the party, the middle-aged white working class, has suffered at least as much as any demographic group because of globalization, low-wage immigrant labor, and free trade. Trump sensed the rage that flared from this pain and made it the fuel of his campaign.

If you had asked me growing up what a stylist does or what a magazine editor does, I would have had no clue – how do you research something like that when you are a first-born child of an immigrant who only grew up knowing doctor, engineer, and lawyer as careers?

We’re getting a very different kind of immigrant now, and it began as a specific plan to bring in lots of more Democratic voters, and it worked.

Growing up as the youngest daughter to immigrant parents, it was instilled in me from an early age to not be wasteful and to be respectful of money and possessions.

‘Suits’ fans. I’ve never met a more diverse audience: across gender, race, class. It’s incredible. People who are high-powered lawyers to doormen. A Chinese immigrant cable installer – who barely spoke English – loves ‘Suits!’

My parents were reasonably affluent in Kabul. In the States, we were on welfare. My mom became a waitress, and my dad became a driving instructor. That part of the American immigrant experience applies to people of any nationality.

Immigrant stories are good stories for everyone to know.

I am very proud to come from a diverse family. My mother is an immigrant from Japan and my father is from a steel town in Western Pennsylvania. My family spans across the political spectrum.

My real story is this: I am the citizen daughter of immigrant parents who were deported when I was 14. My older brother was also deported.

I was the one that in a very overconfident immigrant way thought I knew exactly how to raise my kids. My husband was much more typical. He had a lot of anxiety; he didn’t think he knew all the right choices. And, I was the one willing to put in the hours.

The anger that Uncle Junior has comes from my background. My father was the son of an Italian immigrant, and I’ve seen the fire of the Italian temperament. It can be explosive sometimes in ways that are both funny and tragic.

It was my father who taught us that an immigrant must work twice as hard as anybody else, that he must never give up.

Even though I went to Exeter and Yale, and I enjoyed all the trappings of those places, I think at the same time – and maybe it’s because I’m an immigrant kid and not white – there was always this other consciousness; that is, I was conscious of everything that was going on.

New York has been the subject of thousands of books. Every immigrant group has had its saga as has every epoch and social class.

Being an immigrant myself, but feeling very American, and also being the child of immigrants, I understand the feeling of wanting a home.