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Trail of Dreams NY: Meet The Walkers

Jose Luis was born in a small town in the city of Puebla Mexico in the 80’s and was brought to the U.S at the age of 11 where he entered the 6th grade in New York. When he started high school he did not know of the barriers coming ahead, due to the lack of immigration status in the country, He realized that he would have to strive even harder to achieve his academic goals. It wasn’t easy for him when it came to applying to college, being the first person in his family to enroll in college and not having the right mentor to guide him. Despite of all the barriers he confronted, he still plans to attend LaGuardia Community College and one day obtain a bachelors degree and hopefully a masters in Mental Heath. He hopes to become a counselor at a junior high or high school where he can help young people that face similar struggles like him. He is now a role model for his siblings who he always talks to about the importance of an education and going to college, but also the importance of being active in their community and helping other’s achieve their goals.

As a young person Jose Luis always wanted to help other’s specially those in his situation and at the age of 24 along with friends who, he met along his struggle founded The New York State Youth Leadership Council (NYSYLC) where he ran numerous workshops about access to higher education and the Dream act. Currently Jose Luis volunteers part of his time in the financial side and leadership development of the NYSYL. He also teaches ESL classes at The New Immigrant Community Empowerment, and he’s always in the look out for helping his community and protecting the rights of young people and workers as well.

“I am walking to DC to demand the passage of the Dream act! As a responsible individual I believe that no more undocumented students should go through the barriers and difficulties I have faced. I will not give up till this legislation is passed, I will not let one more generation put their dreams on hold just because of a broken immigration system that does not address immigrant youth status. ”

Marisol Ramos was born and raised in the South Bronx to undocumented Mexican immigrant parents. Growing up she became aware of the inequities undocumented immigrants faced through her own families experience of exploitation and fear of deportation. Her commitment to fighting for social justice has translated throughout her work as an immigrant rights organizer.

Marisol is a co-founder of the New York State Youth Leadership Council (NYSYLC) and founding board member of the national United We Dream Network. During the day, Marisol works as a Program Associate at the New World Foundation. Marisol obtained a B.A from Hunter College-CUNY double majoring in English Literature and Criticism and Women Studies with honors.

Marisol is walking with the Trail of Dreams NY in honor of her family and friends who are affected by a broken immigration system.


Gabriel Martinez:
I was born on January 10, 1983 in a nation-state located in the Americas and arrived to New York City at the age of eleven. I completed elementary school, junior high school, high school, an Associate’s in Applied Science in Electromechanical Engineering Technology from New York College of Technology and Bachelor of Arts in International Criminal Justice (ICJ) from John Jay College of Criminal Justice.

When my mother brought me to the United States without inspection, her dream was to work hard build a decent house, save money to install a business in Molcaxac, a small town which in 1994 my mother, sister and I called home. This dream in not any different from any of the 15 millions of people seeking opportunities and better standards of living in the United States. As time passed my mother’s dream were replaced by my dreams. My dream back in 2001, was to create something that would benefit society, when I was to studying engineering

My dream to do research and contribute to society was killed. When I realized that I was one of the thousands or maybe a few millions of youth, young adults and adults who in their last year of high school learned that not all men and women are created equal. Even though, The Declaration of Independence states that “… We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

I learned about The Development, Relief and Education for Alien Minors Act, best known as DREAM Act in 2001, this bill was like walking in to a garden in spring or an oasis in the middle of the desert. This bill since then has been my liberation and pursuit of happiness.

I am walking to Washington D.C on the Trail of Dreams because through time I have understood the true meaning of the Declaration of Independence and United States Constitution. These documents tell to people to fight for what is right. The documents that hold this nation-state together was engineered to provide opportunities and changes over time as long as people are willing to fight for it. Walking to Washington D.C means winning one more battle to convert the Dream Act bill into law.”

Martin Lopez was born in Southern California to Mexican undocumented immigrant parents. He moved to New York City in 2005 to attend college. His first experience organizing around immigrant rights issues was when the Sensenbrenner Bill (HR. 4437), which sought to criminalize undocumented immigrants and their families, came up in Congress. He helped found Lucha, a student group at Columbia University which deals with issues that affect working class people – lack of access to education, health care reform, wage disparity, exploitation and sexual harassment in the work place. He is currently the Youth Organizer for the New York State Youth Leadership Council.

Daniela Hidalgo came to the United States when she was 14 years old. She completed her high school education when she was 16 years old, yet as many dreamers, she faced difficulties to attend college. Thanks to her parents’ financial support and small scholarships provided by private organizations, she was able to make her way through college. She obtained her Bachelor’s degree in Business Administration from Baruch College/CUNY in 2007. However, after graduation, her options continue to be limited. Unable to pursue her dream job, travel around, visit her family back in her native country, Ecuador, she is stuck in the limbo along with thousands of other DREAMers. In 2007, Daniela joined the NYS Youth Leadership Council, where she found a haven from the frustration and disappointment that our lack of legal status creates. Her commitment to the organization and the DREAM movement has been increasing since then. Daniela walks because she believes in the talents, strength and willpower of DREAM youth.

My name is Angy and I’m a Undocumented!

Crossposted from Change.org

My Name is Angy and I’m Undocumented



I always knew I was different from everyone else. I had to translate the world to my mother, who raised me on her own. Growing up, I always heard my mother complain that she couldn’t do something because she didn’t have ‘’papeles,” or papers. I never paid much attention to this because it wasn’t affecting me — or so I thought. My mother’s struggles soon became my own, and I tried my best to relieve some pressure by helping her raise my siblings.

Undocumented student start noticing inequalities our junior and senior years in high school because those are the last years of happiness for us. After graduation, we’re officially undocumented and no longer feel equal to citizen students. I maintained a 3.6 average in high school, was winning essay contests, volunteering any chance I had, and president of a club. Anyone would have expected great things from me after graduation. Yet undocumented students usually have to degrade themselves and settle for less than their best. I grew up thinking that if I did just as well as any student, I deserved an education, but I’ve learned the hard way that this isn’t true.

The summer of my junior year, I participated in a College Bound program that would help me decide what I wanted to do with my life. During those weeks, I learned about loans, grants, financial aid, majors, and much more. While I was telling my mom about financial aid, she asked me if I qualified for all that privilege. I thought I did, but there was a small doubt. Later, I found out that I didn’t qualify for any of those things and I couldn’t understand why, if I studied and worked just as hard as anyone else. I refused to believe it and decided that, starting my senior year, I would work harder to qualify for financial aid, loans, and grants.

As senior year rolled around, so did college applications and acceptance letters. In New York, we have a system of CUNY public colleges, which are cheaper than private colleges and state universities. Of course, I applied to CUNY schools because these were the only ones I could afford if given scholarships; I didn’t look into or even think about state and private colleges. Since I had decided to major in Criminology after taking a forensics class, CUNY-John Jay seemed perfect. When I got accepted, I sat in my living room and cried with my mom. I was the first in my family to be accepted into college, and even though I hadn’t graduated from high school yet, my mother was proud. She had left Colombia with hopes of me continuing my education, and this was the first step to making her dreams a reality. I was excited and I felt accomplished.

The end to my senior year was approaching, and I had to attend an orientation session at the college of my choice. I grabbed all the paperwork I could find, determined to show the financial aid administrators that I did qualify for financial aid and that if they helped me pay for college I wouldn’t let them down. As I sat in the waiting room you could hear my heart beating a mile away. I was so nervous, but so excited, because I knew I would leave that office with great news to bring back home. I sat there imagining myself in five years working with crime scene investigators and helping them catch the bad guy. I imagined my college graduation with my mom in the crowd applauding and screaming her heart out for me.

It was finally my turn, and I walked into the financial aid office for the first and last time. The administrator didn’t ask for my name, transcript, or resume. She just asked for my social security number and I bravely told her I didn’t have one. She put her paperwork down and looked me in the eye. Without blinking she told me that I wasted my time coming in today if I knew I didn’t qualify for financial aid. The administrator told me if I didn’t have the money to pay for my education then I might as well give up because there was no help for me. She continued talking, but I couldn’t hear her; reality had finally set in and I didn’t want to face it.

After a long and horrible day at orientation, I was finally allowed to leave. I sat at the nearby park and cried until there was nothing left inside me, and this time, they weren’t tears of happiness. I was ready to give up and forget about school.

How could it be that just yesterday I was determined to prove myself, and just like that I had been beaten? What would my mother say if I told her I was giving up on her dreams and mine as well? I knew being undocumented was going to be hard and I couldn’t let the first obstacle ruin my dreams.

I started an intense scholarship search; I wasn’t going to let anyone tell me I couldn’t go to school. I wasn’t going to let anyone decide my future, and I was determined to prove to that administrator and anyone else that they were wrong. I found an organization that offered a scholarship and internship for any student, no matter their status, I quickly applied. The moment I found out I had gotten the internship I screamed so loud, I couldn’t believe it. Thanks to this organization, I successfully completed my first college semester with a 3.7 average.

Somehow, life can never give me too much happiness without taking some away. I couldn’t afford the following semester and I hadn’t found any other scholarships, so I had to drop all my classes. It hurt to do it, but I had no choice, and I knew that this would be the first of many disillusionments. I feel like a tourist in my own school, and I’m scared of being kicked out for not being a steady student.

I know I have a lot to learn and a long way to go, but if I surround myself with great people, it won’t be as difficult. Now, I work for that same organization who paid my first semester of college. The New York State Youth Leadership Council (NYSYLC) has given me many opportunities and has provided me with hope for the future. It’s this same hope that I want to give to others because I know there’s students out there that want to give up. The DREAM Act would open up so many doors for me and others like me. Sure, I might not have those famous nine digits now, but wait until I do have them — I’m going to change the world!

The Dream Begins:2009

As dozens of college and high school students rallied outside the NY office of Senator Schumer, chair of the Senate Subcommittee on Immigration, the DREAM Act was re-introduced in the House of Representatives (H.R.1751) and the Senate (S.729) last Thursday.

Dressed in caps and gowns amidst the rain and hailing from all the 5 boroughs and New Jersey, members of the New York State Youth Leadership Council and allies peacefully vocalized the challenges immigrant youth face and delivered hundreds of postcards to Senator Schumer’s staff, urging for his full support and sponsoring of the DREAM Act.

This action was the culmination of a week of action for the DREAM Act, urging YLC members to call, fax, and email their representatives and Senators to support and co-sponsor the DREAM Act. Nationally, the United We DREAM coalition as well as other organizations and youth groups, also welcomed the introductions by sending action alerts and dialing hundreds of calls to representatives.

First introduced in 2001, the Development, Relief and Education for Alien Minors Act would give undocumented immigrant youth who were brought to the U.S. at a young age the opportunity to adjust their immigration status after meeting certain requirements and completing either 2 years of college or military service. To qualify, one must have entered the U.S. before the age of 16, completed high school or GED here and must prove good moral character and no criminal record.

As such, DREAM would enable young people to continue their education and become fully integrated and contribute socially and economically to our country. Currently, because of their status, undocumented youth cannot receive financial aid or scholarships, work or drive legally and live in constant fear of deportation- despite having grown up here and sat in class next to you and me and been told they can be and do whatever they want.

By continuing to ignore the state of limbo undocumented youth are in, we are depriving young, talented, multicultural and multilingual individuals who know no other home than the U.S., their right to pursue their dreams and aspirations – the very equality of opportunity and right to education we so defend. Immigrant youth and families have waited too long, too many dreams have been deferred and too little has been done to address the obstacles these young people, who by all means are American, face today– yet despite it all, hope lives.

Immigrant youth throughout our nation are strengthening their voices by making their struggles known and mobilizing the immigrant and non-immigrant, the undocumented and citizens, youth and parents alike under a greater vision of equality and right to opportunity and education.

One thing is perfectly clear- young people are staunchly yet cooperatively looking to include legislators and allies in this struggle, as students at yesterday’s action called for legislators to, “Join our team, Co-sponsor DREAM!”

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