Two years ago on World Refugee Day, I published a very personal essay about my status as a refugee child, back then, yet what it is like now for refugees and asylum seekers. Today, I publish my own poem.
This poem — from a Masters student in Clinical Mental Counseling who is concerned about her prospects as a scholar in civil society — speaks the truth of many students of all races, all ethnicities, all creeds.
Many immigrant rights organizations hold Know Your Rights presentations, and if you call them, they will gladly come out to an event you will hold, to make immigrants aware of their rights.
On Martin Luther King’s Day, I’d like to share this poem, which I have shared before but which I find so striking not only for its beauty but also for its essence of simplicity. If things could only be this way!
As the end of the year approaches, I am finally beginning to confront the death of Fidel Castro, who changed the course of my life forever. My relationship with him — even as an absence — has always been complex.
I can not imagine the pain of being a teacher today, especially in a multilingual school. Talking to young angels who do not understand the madness of the past few weeks seems to me impossible
We will not be able to change our inane and archaic immigration system unless you and I stand up to change things, from the bottom up. So please, go out and VOTE tomorrow, and take your proper ID.
Our predecessors had to forsake their own countries. They left other safe harbors as well because they thought no one could ever offer them a better chance at safeguarding their liberties as this one true nation, yet that privilege now seems elusive.
These refugees are fleeing for their lives; they are not economic refugees, as the immigration courts so often want to make everyone believe, or as many judges delude themselves into thinking.
Usually I post things about education or immigration. Sometimes I post things on poetry. This is about my father, and it is about his poetry, his beautiful poetry, which I want to translate completely, one day. So this is the beginning…