Immigration and Ideals

“Call your uncle. He’s our Christopher Columbus,” my father told me.

After immediate family, my uncle was the first relative I told of my decision to enroll in the BA/MD and Macaulay Honors Programs at Brooklyn College. My parents were very happy with both my acceptance and enrollment, and they knew that my uncle would be incredibly proud. He had always wanted a doctor in the family. After I told my uncle, my father took the phone to speak to the man who had been the first of our family to come to America. He and his wife, my aunt by blood, had then proceeded to sponsor my other aunt and my father as well as their families. Continue reading Immigration and Ideals

Jaya He- Victory to Thee

“Oh, say can you see, by the dawn’s early light…” These words can be heard at the start of every game, assemble, and patriotic gathering.  These words have the power to move the American spirit and even bring tears to the eyes of the truly proud.  However, for many Americans another anthem also runs through their veins.  Another song can bring them together.  Another song has the power to move them to tears.  For me, it’s “Jaya jaya jaya, Jaya He – Victory, victory victory to thee” the Indian national anthem. Continue reading Jaya He- Victory to Thee

American Mythos: The Journey Westward

 “Go West, young man, and grow up with the country.”

Most of history is lost to time; that which endures is mythology—epics of titans long past, champions of time immemorial, echoes of legends sung across the ages. Such is evident with the above popular quote on American manifest destiny. In actuality it’s both misquoted and misattributed to the wrong person. Despite these details, the quote nevertheless continues the tradition of a theme that resonates powerfully in the American cultural identity. In this respect, it’s perhaps one of the truest ideas we have. My family’s story, as is the story of so many other Americans, is one of the call westward.  Continue reading American Mythos: The Journey Westward

A Lasting Experience

Being raised in a family where immigration is the foundation has proved to have a profound effect on the person I am today. My father, along with both sets of my grandparents, is an Italian immigrant, and their experience in creating a better life has left a lasting impression on my family. As an Italian immigrant, my father found that his social life and school life would become very frustrating as compared to his peers who were American-born. Being that he was only six years old when he came to the United States, my father had a very difficult time learning the English language, especially because English has a much more complex system of rules than the Italian language does. Continue reading A Lasting Experience