Molly Fisk: Deportee
Last week someone in our town ran a stop sign. Well, probably 47 people ran stop signs, but only one resulted in the threat of imminent deportation to the Grand … Continue reading
Marcelo Rochabrun: Will Trump Kill the Dream for These Immigrants?
With the president reportedly at the point of canceling DACA, some of its 800,000 beneficiaries describe what they gained — and now fear losing — from the program. Marco Guajardo … Continue reading
Gail Ablow: Making Change — Gabe Gonzalez
. When federal agents began cracking down on undocumented immigrants in the Chicago area, Gabe Gonzalez launched a rapid-response network of neighbors to block them. The city of Chicago sued … Continue reading
Oliver Willis: White House adviser loses his mind, attacks Statue of Liberty
The Trump White House again demonstrated how out of touch their views are of America, as senior adviser Stephen Miller launched into a defense of harsh immigration policies by attacking … Continue reading
Angele Ellis: Kashishi
For Raff Ellis How many generations have we been peddlers of notions, our ribbons of battle fluttering from kashishi – livelihood out of suitcases – from packs, from the karra … Continue reading
Nina Pick: Deportation Liturgy
Dear Mr. Spicer Like the scent of strawberries in the foyer at the bank your words say one thing and your voice another on a California mountain there are wild … Continue reading
Video: Elders
. After leaving India for the industrial north of England in the 1960’s, Karim and Kartari Chand never imagined they would end up being married longer than any other couple … Continue reading
Michael Gregory: A Walk on Wet Ground
The memory of my country spoils my walk. Thoreau A wet morning. Gray. A little too warm for frost. Grackle and raven having their say. Some time … Continue reading
Jose Padua: In the Season of Blue Afternoons and Starry Starry Nights
. It’s 1979 and I’m just out of college and loving the landscape doing the only kind of traveling I can afford when the Greyhound bus stops along the highway … Continue reading
Jose Padua: A Better Tomorrow
My Dad was the caretaker of the Philippine ambassador’s residence for several decades but the day when he seemed to take the most pride and joy in his job was … Continue reading
Jose Padua: Notes from a Poem Rewritten while Listening to Prince
The first protest I ever attended was on a beautiful spring day and I was asked to leave. because I wasn’t animated enough for a spring day or for a … Continue reading
Jose Padua: On the Distant Prospect of Three Mile Island
The distant prospect of Three Mile Island from the window of our hotel room this December day reminds me of how underrepresented my people have been in the popular culture … Continue reading
Jose Padua: Memo in the form of a sonnet to the white supremacist who referred to my wife as a breeding vessel for the Hispanic invasion
Despite my name being Jose I am not Hispanic but Filipino, which means that as far as you’re concerned my white wife is not a breeding vessel for the Hispanic … Continue reading
Native, first generation
Originally posted on spanishwoods:
photo by Wolfgang Stearns We always had to talk in hushed whispers. Occasionally my grandmother would forget, her voice raising, her r’s rolling. We were strange,…
