Tag / immigration
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How The Trump Stole Christmas
The chilly holiday season is a special time for warm and lighthearted family gatherings, but for Agustín Gómez Pérez, Christmas Eve brought only pain and grief when his 8-year old son, Felipe Gómez Alonzo, died from influenza while in the custody of US Customs and Border Protection (CBP) in El Paso, Texas. Felipe is the…
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Life Lessons From Lilo & Stitch
For most kids, the songs and scenes of Disney movies evoke happy memories of the pure simplicity of childhood. It is when we read between the catchy lines and soundbites that we delve into the lessons we have learnt. From The Little Mermaid’s Ariel giving up her voice to attract a prince to the rife…
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Moving Forward And Looking Back
I’m finally ready to say goodbye to the memory of my former self. I thought you were perfect. I thought you had everything. I thought you were me. In reality, I had fabricated an intricate web of lies to fool myself into thinking that I could and would become a doctor. You’re probably thinking, “Another…
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The Empire Strikes Back: Soccer In A Postcolonial World
As the final whistle blows at a World Cup Quarter Final watch party in Miami, I leave the venue alongside dozens of silent yellow-clad Brazil fans, many on the verge of tears. With their heartbreaking 2-1 defeat to Belgium, Brazil’s elimination narrows the competition to six teams going into the second leg of the Quarter-Finals—all…
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Immigration And The Overton Window
The Trump administration’s zero-tolerance immigration policy implemented in April saw the separation of over 2,300 children from their parents. Under the policy, all adults that were caught crossing into the United States were to be criminally prosecuted and sent to a federal jail. Unable to remain with their parents in jail, migrant children were detained.…
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Art Can Only Imitate Life
“Going to Whole Foods, want me to pick you up anything?” This Tinder message— courtesy of Matt, 21—lit up Victoria’s phone, and we both immediately burst out laughing. I was visiting Victoria in her sunny California hometown, and we’d spent the day playing tourist and gorging on acai bowls. Now exhausted and uncomfortably full, we…
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A Cultural Separation
“Merry Christmas!” I proudly exclaimed to a fellow four-year-old at the local public pool on a hot and humid July day. At the time, I couldn’t speak English, but desperately wanted to communicate and feel included. So, I tried to communicate with the only “American” phrase I knew. Although I don’t attempt to communicate through…
