ImmigrantsFrom 1865 to 1915, immigration to the United States was usually caused by war, famine, religious persecution and overpopulation. The first wave of immigrants came before the 1880's, mostly from western Europe. With these immigrants (Dutch, German, Swedish) not much prejudice was held. But with the second wave after the 1880's, southern and eastern Europeans flocked to the United States, and were subject to discrimination, and even physical abuse. With the influx of immigrants, most had taken low paying factory jobs, and lived in poor housing conditions called tenements. These harbored ten people to a crowded room, and no safety precautions made them dangerous.Immigrants2 years ago in Short Stories
Lovino sat in steerage, feeling a bit seasick as his two-week journey to America had commenced. Four days out, and it seemed to him that the voyage would last forever. He gathered his strength and climbed ladders out to the deck for fresh air. He looked toward his native land as the sun was setting, and sighed.
'I hope th
Elven ImmigrantsBenny was complaining about elves again. It'd become a bi-weekly ritual for us. We'd meet for lunch, he'd sit there and cram his sandwich in his mouth, talking between every bite as soon as his mouth was clear enough to give his tongue room to work, and I'd dutifully turn my attention to my soup of the day and salad and pretend to care. I liked to think I'd gotten used to his vitriol. I liked to think I'd gotten used to all of it, the graffiti, the snide talking heads on the television, the internet hate groups. The vandalism at the shelter where I worked. We had to put up security cameras. I'd been threatened with a knife once, in the parking lot, until Deregyth came out and broke the man's wrist. I had been too shocked to move. The aged elf just watched the man flee, clutching his wrist, stumbling in his terror and haste to get away, and then the elf turned and his narrow eyes regarded me for a brief moment. Impassive.Elven Immigrants1 year ago in Short Stories
Immigrant's Guide to ColoradoI was promised horses. I remember this distinctly.Immigrant's Guide to Colorado8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives
My dad knew as well as I that moving isnt easy, especially to a place so very far away, so he would cushion it with promises such as these. Thoughts of horses and mountain ranches made the process of tearing away from my homeland all that more bearable, so I complied. My visions were of a log cabin situated on the hips of the foothills, with gentle mares that would lean their heads in my window in the heat of summer mornings. Of dirt roads and tractors, of cattle and barbed wire. But mostly horses, of course.
Colorado is not all horses and ranches. Our house turned out to squat in a quiet patch of suburb that seems a subtle copy of the very neighborhood from which I had come. It is a pale ivory and not made of logs, and the grass lives in trim, green patches like quilt squares, not in long stalks that whisper to my elbows. And the mountains?
ill legal immigrantdear lungs,ill legal immigrant4 months ago in Free Verse
i'm sorry for
to work as
when i paniiiic
over the little
you on the
bear to look
i could handle
lack of care and
the obsession over
removing the hair that
RolschaatstThere is a little girl somewhere inside of my head. She's almost eight years old, and all she wants out of life is a hot fudge sundae and that pair of purple rollerblades she saw in the shop window. She doesn't know how to stay upright on rollerblades yet, but she's positive that she can learn in less than an hour, so she can go to the roller disco for her best friend's birthday party. She hasn't been told yet that the only reason her parents are allowing her to go to the party she's grounded is because it'll be the last big thing she ever does with her school friends. In fact, it'll be the last time she sees most of them. She doesn't know yet that she isn't going back to her school next semester, or that in less than two weeks, burly men with moustaches will be coming to pack everything that she owns, put it on a ship and take it away. She doesn't know that it will be years before she sees the sea again. She remains blissfully unaware that she won't be havingRolschaatst4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes