Although my mother and I have had countless conversations about her previous life experiences, I was surprised at how much I did not know prior to this interview. I had never thought to ask her about what networks and resources she used to adjust to her new lifestyle in the United States. Our conversation made me realize the importance of friends, family and professionals to shape her as an immigrant parent. Growing up, she was not only a mother but a mentor to me—she supported me endlessly and helped me overcome my challenges as an adolescent. Her story begins with her life in South Korea.…
My Italian heritage has given me a sense of who my family is as well as who I am. I have learned about my ancestors from my grandfather, who has told me numerous detailed stories about the hardships that he encountered throughout his life as well as those who came before him. The stories that have been told me allow me to better connection to my ancestors. My grandfather once told me the story of how his family arrived in the U.S. and the numerous adversities that followed them afterwards. He also told me stories about growing up in Pittsburg and about how he was required to work as a young child and teenager.…
I am mixed with black and white. My black side ancestors were brought in as slaves, kidnapped from their native country of Africa and sold to white plantation owners. These white men starved, worked, and beat them to death. Slave masters also sold off my ancestors, leaving the family forever parted, and no knowledge of what happened to the missing family members. My white side ancestors were Irish and came to North America by ship.…
In “History of Italian Immigration”, Alexandra Molnar introduces readers to a new era of immigration, known as ‘New Immigration’, which resulted in America opening up its gates to millions of Italian immigrants, among others. This foreign population consisted of two classes: laborers, and the more elite and educated craftsman. Molnar goes on to explain, that considering the massive influx of Italians to America, they made up a significant amount of the work force, integrating into society as crucial members of industrial sectors. Molnar interestingly mentions that many Italian immigrants chose to leave America with the money they made, rather than staying and investing their money in the United States.…
Following my eighth grade year, I was both excited to finally go off to high school and ready to have an eventful summer. Luckily, as soon as I got out for summer break, my grandparents reveal to me that they were going to Northern Italy in about a month and they wanted to take me along for the trip. I was ecstatic to hear this news. This was going to be the great summer I had hoped for. About a month later we packed our bags and headed to the airport, with tickets booked for us to arrive in Milan at around eleven in the morning local time.…
When I first left Italy with my parents I would have never believed anyone if they told me that I would be sitting in a maximum security facility for the next thirty to fifty years of my life. I have been convicted on extortion and prostitution charges along with bootlegging, myself and eight other men have been given the same sentence to be carried out at the same prison. America was supposed to be the gateway out of the life that I once knew, it was supposed to be endless freedom and an eternity of happiness for my family and I. I remember it like it was yesterday, we had everything you could ever dream of. Money, power, respect from everyone around us.…
Narrative Essay It was at the beginning of my senior year when my counselor started urging my senior class to start thinking about what universities we wanted to apply to. At the time, I did not know which universities I wanted to apply to or what were the differences between a Cal State, a UC, and a Private University. I did not even know about financial aid. I just knew that I wanted to be the first in my family to attend a University and get a degree.…
Italians and Their Untold Story of Migration Since the beginning of time and the early days of civilization for as long as we can go back into time there has always been higher powers that exert themselves with control over others. This supremacy over others constitutes to slavery and racism not only in our nation but the world as a whole from sea to sea throughout history. Slavery and racism has played a drastic part of our history as this practice preaches total control over other beings while being discriminatory of another race. It 's a condition that has caused people of many different nationalities to experience feelings of being inferior to those in or believed to be in power. From the early days of Columbus “finding”…
Immigrants over the years have helped to shape many parts of America, however, one interesting group to specifically take not of is the Italians. When considering the Italians immigration there are many things to take note of; for instance where did the Italians typically settle? What kind of influence did these immigrants have on New York’s formation as a whole? After these questions the next ones become: what kind of social status did the immigrants hold, as well as what were they known for? Finally, what is the time frame for their immigration and just how many moved during this time?…
The doors of the subway closed before our eyes, separating us. It was only my mother and I. My father and my three-year-old sister were now on the train without us. It was our second day in Canada, without a word of English, or even a dollar in her pocket, my mother decided we had no option but to sit and wait where we were, hoping my father would come back for us quickly. I recognize this moment as the epiphany of the struggle of many new immigrants, just the first of many obstacles to be faced living a life diaspora, wherein the notion of home would be unclear.…
________________________________________ Stuff: I originally had this as a chapter in the middle of another fanfiction, but then I realized that this really should be a one-shot of its own. Please comment and review! Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. ________________________________________…
It’s been surprisingly peaceful today. Normally, Mrs. Sorun’s Relationship Development I class is loud, obnoxious and overall chaotic place to be in, but today there is this sense of calmness around my personal space that I can’t quite put my finger on for why it’s there. I know I shouldn’t be complaining, I love myself some peace and quiet, but I can’t shake the fact that I’m uncomfortable with this current atmosphere. Maybe Ariana would know.…
From the streets of West Palm Beach, Florida to the streets of Torino, Italy. I never thought I would be fortunate enough to leave the United States, but I was wrong. The trip to Italy was an intercession class that would travel for 5+ cities in Italy. I thought to myself, “This is my last chance to travel abroad while I’m in college.” However, I ran into one problem, Money.…
As culture and family history goes I am a great mix of many things. On my father’s side, my grandmother’s parents emigrated here from Ireland. My grandfather’s parents both came to the United States from Italy. When looking at my mother’s side, my grandfather’s family was also from Ireland and Scotland. I do not know much about how or why these different branches of my family came to the United States, but I can imagine it was for the same reason as so many others did, because it was thought of as the land of opportunity.…
Take a moment and imagine yourself in a new country. You are away from everything that was once familiar to you. Your relationships and social cognition no longer exist. You do not know your way around. Yet you are there to stay.…