White Privilege: An Armenian’s Perspective

White Privilege: An Armenian’s Perspective

The San Joaquín Valley is a flat land, in the middle of California. Almond, pistachio and orange orchards as well as vineyards and melon, onion and tomato fields sprawl across the landscape. The 99 is an asphalt artery, stretching almost the entire length of valley,...
You’re no Longer Mexican

You’re no Longer Mexican

“You’re no longer Mexican; you are pocho,” asserted Antonio in Spanish. He was a family friend who had also recently immigrated. Antonio had asked me if I was learning English. Proudly, I said yes, and added that I knew my numbers up to 100, colors,...
When is the First Time You Felt American?

When is the First Time You Felt American?

At first, America was a puzzle. I had to figure it out and find a way to fit myself into it. The pieces were made up of various aspects of life: language, customs, friendships. Because I spoke no words in English, I could not grasp where to start. So, at school, I...
Marcos Dorado: My Immigrant Story (Part 1)

Marcos Dorado: My Immigrant Story (Part 1)

Life In MexicoI thought I’d start with full disclosure about myself, given that I’m featuring immigrants. I was born in Mexico. My family and I, left Totatiche, Jalisco, in 1974 when I was five. We crossed the border at Tijuana, in late February. Two days later, we...