• Michael Grasberg’s Migration Story

  • Alex Thomas’s Migration Story

    The first instance I can remember that the idea of “immigration” or “migration” being an issue I had to face or understand was on my first day of preschool. I sat down in class, looked around me, and saw a bunch of white catholic boys and girls. At that time I was around five years …

  • A friendly city I call home

    A twenty one year old woman exits John F. Kennedy airport on a foggy May afternoon in 1992. It was the first time she traveled to the United States from her native country, Morocco. My mother, Mariam, could not help but feel apprehensive about her life in the United States; she questioned her decision to …

  • Camille’s Migration Story

    From the Alps to the Big Apple For generations my ancestors resided and prospered in Switzerland, with no intentions of leaving their beautiful, nature-oriented homeland at any point during their lifetimes. My parents, Adrian and Ursula Studer and my sister, Dominique, were the first ones in our family’s history to break this seemingly endless trend …