Archive for the ‘Immigration’ Category

Study! Don’t migrate!

Posted: December 8, 2010 in Immigration, My town, Story, Violence

by Jacob, 13 years old.

Migration is something wrong because Mexico wasn’t like this.  It was more responsible and educated, and now there are gangs, profanity, thieves, violence, abuse, etc. Those people who migrate to the United States return as bad and evil people. From ten people who go, nine return as bad people. Do not do this because you can die in the desert or river.

As a student, I tell you that you should study so that you do not suffer to go to America or another country. Make your career, do not stop studying so you can be someone in the future, not like today’s people who kill themselves looking for work, dying in the road. It’s better to study.

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Postal Art

Posted: December 4, 2010 in Art, Immigration, My life

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Postal Art

Posted: December 4, 2010 in Art, Immigration, My life

Migration

Posted: November 19, 2010 in Immigration, Manifesto
by Yesenia, 14 años.
The problem is that in my town, we need an economy  because  people migrate to the United States and leave their families for many years. The consequence is that some wives are left alone and abandoned, and that’s when the children fall in alcohol problems. They do not know how to get out of this problem, and because the father is not there to support them, they feel more lonely and sad. The fathers also form another family in the United States and stop supporting their first family, which goes hungry because it doesn’t have economic support.

The solution is that we must all come together to make a project so that everyone has a job and we don’t have to migrate to the United States. We can do it, let’s do our project and we will succeed. No more abandonment! Let’s cooperate and help everyone!

 

 

The Son of the Streets

Posted: November 13, 2010 in Immigration, Story
by Andrea, 13 years old.
This is the story of an acquaintance who cared more about the street than home. The parents of this teenager gave him everything he wanted and always consented him, but what happened with this? The guy lived in the streets despite having  a house. He drank, smoked, and God knows if he took drugs. He quarreled with people from another barrio, even with the town’s police. This did not happen because the guy was bad, but because he lacked attention and understanding, but more importantly, his mother. 

He had a mother, dad and brothers, but did not live with them because they lived in the United States. He stayed with his aunt, but it was not the same.

Every night, he would go out and come home drunk; he cared more about the street than home. But one day, he was very scared because there was a man who was saying that he was going to kill one of his band or him. That night, he spoke with his mother and told her he needed her here with him and he would not be calm until she comes. A few days later, his mother returned to Mexico and took him to the United States. Today, the guy is studying and leaving alcohol.

* This is a true story that tell parents that they have  to pay attention to their  children, give them love and be with them.


People and Migration

Posted: November 12, 2010 in Immigration

by Brandon, 12 years old.

Some family members go in search of work, others to be with their family, but here the story begins. Everybody get on trains, jumping from car to car, and when they reach the limit, some die, others are killed, women are raped and abducted. But they still keep looking to cross to the other side to be able to live peacefully with their family even with the pain in their hearts to have lived through such an ugly experience  that  all immigrants from different countries or states go through.

My Sadness

Posted: October 29, 2010 in Immigration, Letter

by: Luis Gerardo, 15 years old.

Hello dad, how are you? I’m fine, very happy to have met you. You’re like I always imagined it. My mom always spoke very highly of you, she said you are the kindest and most affectionate. I already told her that I have realized that I like your lifestyle; you are very original. And when someone says I look a lot like you I am the happiest.

My mom cries every night. I don’t ask why anymore, I know well why she does it. Don’t worry, I’ve taken good care of her for all these years. We talked about many things the time we spent together and we still have plenty of things to talk about. I know that day will come soon. Mom is very happy because I already achieved what she wanted and what she wanted was that one day you and me would spend time together.

She likes a lot when I tell her that we went to so many places, but what she likes the most is when I tell her that you took me to the places where you took her. Sometimes it is very sad because she says she loves you and will never stop saying that. Also, she does things that you loved; every day, she prays for you to do well. You know, we miss you, but we mostly need you. If I could do something to have you back I would, but unfortunately it’s not in my hands. Thanks for being my best friend.

I love you dad.