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.
