Category Archive: Our Stories

I Am Not Undocumented But I Feel Like It

My name is Maria Martinez; I am not an undocumented immigrant but people have treated me like one.

I have personally witnessed the suffering my parents and sisters have gone through for so many years. When I was three years old my parents took me back to Mexico where my two other sisters were born. One was born in 1990 and the other in 2000. I grew up in Mexico and went to school there. By the time I was eleven years old, my parents decided to send me, as well as my other sister who was also born in the United States, back here so that we would not lose our papers. My parents used to say that these papers were very valuable and that it would bring us a lot of opportunities to be able to reach that famous American Dream. A better future and education was waiting for us, so we came. Consequently, going back to the United States forced us to leave behind our precious family, culture and language.

The United States, where my parents said would be the best place for us, suddenly became the country that taught me oppression, depression, ignorance, isolation, humiliation and most of all the word, “illegal.” After my regreso, my mom decided to cross the border for the second time bringing with her my oldest sister, and leaving behind my youngest sister. By this time I I had already experienced so much suffering, having an undocumented family is difficult as well and I sometimes wanted to give my papers to them.

Being of privilege, and having these papers, has put me in a difficult situation. I have seen my undocumented sisters suffer while I get to be in school and have the opportunity to go to college. My sister dropped out of school because my family relies financially on her since my father was deported. My mother now works twice as much as before, but she still has the hope of someday being reunited. I have this hope as well and that’s what’s keeping me from not giving up.

Living a life where I have to see my family force themselves in being something more than just undocumented is heartbreaking. These papers have put pressure on me to be the only daughter to succeed and make it to college. Like many of the stories posted here, I would be the first in my family and feel like it’s up to me to break through. However, being a Mexican immigrant has made me feel like I may not be able to fulfill my family’s expectations. I am not only going to college for myself, but for many undocumented immigrants who have struggled for a better life. Everyone deserves the chance to live a successful and happy life.

I know that by going to college I will have the opportunity to advocate for those who have suffered and are oppressed because of their immigration status and whose families have been divided like mine. We cannot continue dreaming, we should also be allowed to make our dreams come true like everyone else! We cannot just dream for change but execute it for our own selves.

-M.Martinez

I’m Marcos. Now I Understand Why My Parents Brought Me Here.

My name is Marcos Verdi and I’m from Lima, Peru. I’m a junior at Baruch College majoring in Economics and Math. Yes, I am undocumented.

I came with my parents when I was sixteen. They decided to bring me here in order to achieve what my father desired for me: an American education. My father, as well as my mother, is a teacher. He was always an outstanding student at school. He was only a child when his older brother emigrated to the United States in order to somehow help the rest of the family. It was from his brother, that my father heard all the great stories about America and the promising future it offered to immigrants. At this point it became his dream to be able to come to the U.S. and pursue a career; however, he did not have the resources to do so. In fact, he was the only man taking care of a large family, as his brother was far away, and my grandparents were elder. As a child I always admired how he managed to become a professional while raising me and how he always took care of my grandparents and his other four sisters.

As I was growing up, he wanted to give me the opportunity that he never had. My family decided to leave the life for which they had worked so hard for, for an uncertain future, but with many hopes. At first I thought my parents were selfish to take me away from the great life I had in Lima. Later I would realize that I did not know much about life. Also, I felt they were not being fair by bringing me as an undocumented teenager who would probably have more obstacles than opportunities. Of course, now I thank my parents for doing so.

Little by little I started to “fall in love” with this country. I made many friends, I started to make a life here, and at some point I felt, and knew, I was home. And my affection grew as I learned more about America. I always felt there was something special about a country that from its very beginnings gave its citizens not only the common rights of life and liberty but also “the pursuit of happiness”.

Maybe my situation is not the same as those who were brought here as infants and I can only imagine their position. However, I consider this my home, and the fight for immigrant rights to be morally legitimate. I felt very happy when I found, and joined, the New York State Youth Leadership Council a few weeks ago and discovered the many people who went through the same external and internal struggles that I went through.

Like many people, there were times I felt I was overwhelmingly alone, until one day I realized that if I’m still in this country after the many risky situations, it’s because God is on my side. We are facing the same situation that African Americans faced when they were segregated for no valid reason, the very founding fathers who felt oppressed by the English Monarchy with no right. Both succeeded. These comparisons may sound exaggerated but I strongly believe that we are facing a great opportunity to make history.

Maybe law is not on our side, but morality is. This only convinces me that, sooner or later, the DREAM Act will stop being just a dream and will be an open door for many of us and our families. We do not only want IDs, driver licenses, visas to travel freely, or financial aid to pay for our education. We also want the opportunity to make a contribution to the country we love and we call home.

Mi Nombre Es Julio Y Estoy Cansado De Vivir En Las Sombras

Mi nombre es Julio Hernandez soy indocumentado, sin miedo y en desacuerdo! Estoy cansado de vivir escondiendome detrás de las sombras! Todos los indocumentados tenemos derechos y también obligaciones que tenemos que cumplir, dejen que les cuente mi historia.

Soy de origen Salvadoreño, tengo 25 años de edad, hace 5 años atrás yo viaje a los Estados Unidos para lograr una vida mejor y para escapar del acoso que yo recibía por parte de las pandillas dado mi orientación sexual. La vida no a sido fácil aquí pero con fe en Dios todo se puede, yo siempre tube el sueño de regresar a estudiar y así poder optener una buena carrera.

El año pasado logre entrar a la universidad y comenzar una nueva vida en Nueva York. Para mi fue una gran alegría volver a estudiar (^_^) me sentía el hombre mas dichoso del universo, pero entonces algo paso. En Abril mientras yo venia de vacaciones de Chicago para Nueva York, agentes de Border Patrol se subieron en el autobús donde yo viajaba (greyhound). Ellos me intimidaron y sin podré hacer algo me bajaron y arrestaron por ser indocumentado. Pensé que ya todo había acabado y me ivan a regresar a un pais donde sufri acoso. Ellos me intentaron hacer firmar una orden de salida voluntaria, pero gracias a la ayuda de mi mejor amigo, yo me reuce y no la firme.

Me pusieron en prisión por 9 días en 3 diferentes prisiones, en las cuales fui conociendo muchos casos similares a los míos. Vi como es la injusticia en esas cárceles y los maltratos a los cuales fuimos sometidos por ser “ilegales”. Gracias a la ayuda de mis amigos y del Concejo Juvenil De Liderazgo Del Estado De Nueva York logre salir en libertad y actualmente estoy peliando mi caso en la corte de migración.

Yo sueno en terminar mi carrera y salir adelante y asi poder ayudar a muchos jovenes que como yo quieren alcanzar sus metas y un futuro mejor para TODOS. Así que hoy les pido a todos mis amigos, familia y conocidos que porfavor hablen sin miedo, sin temor y que cuenten sus propias historias las cuales nos sirven de mucha ayuda para salir adelante.

YO APOYO EL NEW YORK DREAM ACT!
Y TU?
NO DEJES QUE NUESTROS SUEÑOS Y ESPERANZAS SE QUEDEN EN EL OLVIDO!

-Julio

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