Immigrant Report is an online publication celebrating the immigrants of this country through their stories, art, and ideas.
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Evocative music and writing by Jordan Vanderbeek “life is about trading out what is for what might be”
One Undocumented Student’s Journey to Liberation. “When I explore my identities through my writing, I am able to embrace myself…”
"Samba / Has always been a way / For Brazilians / To try to make sense / Of the things we can't say."
A poem and discussion on love and dance.
There are currently 15 seconds of the animated film Love At War. And those 15 seconds involved 155 hand-drawn watercolors and over 350 hours of work. But that is the job she signed up for...
ROSA is a dramatic short film that explores the societal norms that are fueled by deeply engraved class divisions in Colombian society.
"At first, I thought I knew a lot of things about America. ... Flipping through the saturated photos of swimming pools, palm trees, and tan, long legged women in bikinis filled my mind with stars and stripes..."
Artist Jacqui Rêgo gets personal about love, sex, and the commodification of immigrant women in the age of Trump
Celebrating as an immigrant: "The words hit me in the gut- especially the last line, ‘The land of the free, the home of the brave...'"
An Excerpt: A true story of passion, family, and forgiveness in Southern Italy. Plus the emotional parallels to today's immigration debates.
"Statistics do not tell the story of immigration. People do... The challenges we face today are not new. Only the stories are."
"My parents fled for us." A writer reflects on the sacrifices her parents made and her own place in the American tapestry.
It was springtime. The sweet perfume of the wisteria dominated the whole street. I approached the house and climbed stairs that were covered by the wisteria in full bloom. The canopy was still intact. The grape- like flowers dangled from the canopy like lanterns...
“That’s a four.”
“That’s a six!”
I am 13 years old and I am playing cricket. I’ve discovered that when I make a hit, I can
get some decent distance. I seldom make the hit....
Leap, and a net will appear. I had come across this saying a while ago and it has been my motto ever since. My encounter with my newly found sister and what ensued in the following few months were just that. We took a leap and a net did appear!
A true source of delight in our life at this time was our pet pigeon Tipi (pronounced tee-pee). I have to tell you about him because he was a real character. As I mentioned, in front of our little pioneer house were two enormous palm trees. Nobody had taken care of them for a long time before we got there...
At the heart of almost every Cuban-American family is a tragedy. Most of us were torn apart from loved ones by the passions of ideology. In some cases, this included fear of reprisals and imprisonment. Many also lost personal property. Wounds like these do not heal easily. So my first visit to Cuba after 52 years in exile began with heavy apprehensions...
American-born to immigrant parents, I was always trapped in the white space between a traditional Arab lifestyle and the American dream...
