Why Do People Immigrate?
Why Do People Immigrate?
Please read the following true
stories of recent immigrants
to the U.S.A.
Keep a chart of each person’s
country of origin and reason for
immigrating to the U.S.A.
You can find a list of reasons that
people immigrate on slides 3-5.
Why Do People Immigrate?
Financial Opportunities – When people cannot earn enough
money or jobs are not available, they often immigrate to find
work.
Better Life – Some people immigrate to allow their children
or themselves to lead a better life in the future. This often
involves educational opportunities and a hope for better jobs
in the future.
Following Family – Some people immigrate because a family
member has already immigrated.
Marriage – Some people immigrate because they want to
marry someone who lives in a different country.
Why Do People Immigrate?
Political Persecution – There are some countries where the
government does not allow people the freedom of disagreeing
with the government. Some people immigrate to be allowed
this freedom.
Religious Persecution – There are some countries where
people are not allowed the freedom of practicing their
religion. Some people immigrate to be allowed this freedom.
War – Some people immigrate to escape war in their home
country. They often move to another country that is closer
to their home country before coming to the United States.
Why Do People Immigrate?
Slavery/Forced Immigration – Slavery was legal in the
United States until 1865, and even after that people were
treated differently jut because of their skin color. Some
people were taken from their home country and forced into
slavery in the United States.
Famine – A famine is when there is not enough food grown to
feed the people. This may happen because there is not
enough rain, disease that kills the plants, insects that eat the
plants, etc. Some people immigrate to the United States to
escape famine.
Anna
One summer my aunt, who already lived in
America, came to Greece for a visit. She jokingly
said, “Why don’t you come live there, too?” My
father always looked for a better job and a better
way of life. So he said to my mother, “Why not try
it?” It took about two years to get all the paperwork,
the visa and passports and tests before we could go.
I heard my parents talking about it and I asked my
mother. She said, “Yes, we’re going to America.”
(From New Kids in Town by Janet Bode)
Francia
Many things were happening in my country. I was
very little, and couldn’t understand it all. Some
people were what they called “disappeared”. They
had been captured and taken away, maybe by a death
squad, gangs of men that frighten and kill people.
Everybody thinks that maybe the army and the police
have done that. But the army says it’s the guerillas
that take them to make them fight against the army.
The man next door taught school. One day some
men came to his family house and told him and his
family to stand in the street in front. The father you
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Francia
could hear him saying, “take anything; just please
don’t hurt us.” The men arrested the father. The
mother and the children watched. Then the men
took from the house and left. The next day the
neighbors were gone.
From New Kids in Town by Jane Bode
Jorge
My father was a political prisoner. He spent nine
years in jail in my country. His crime was he didn’t like
Castro. Sometimes my father talks about that time.
It was very hard to be in Castro’s jails. They treated
the prisoners like animals.
She (Jorge’s mother) waited for him all those
many, long years. That’s really love. The next thing he
did was try to come here, to America. But it wasn’t
possible. He couldn’t get a visa. So he went to work
cleaning the sewers, the job the government let him
have. (continued on next slide)
Jorge
My father and mother lived in a small town near
Havana, the capital, where they both grew up. And
soon, I was born. Eight of us, all relatives, lived
together in an old, one-floor house. I shared a
bedroom with my grandmother, who I love with all my
heart.
In Cuba, the government controls your life.
Everything is rationed. Each family has a little booklet
called “libreta” with coupons in it. You want to buy a
pair of pants? You can’t just run over to K-Mart or
Macy’s or some shopping center. (continued on next
slide)
Jorge
In Cuba, each family is assigned a special week
to shop for clothes, say, May 21 to May 28, and KMarts don’t exist. You’re supposed to go those days to
get what the coupons say, maybe one skirt or one
shirt. You get one pair of shoes for one year. Even
underwear is rationed, three pairs for each for one
year. The same thing with toys.
From New Kids in Town by Janet Bode
Kauthar
Hi, I am Kauthar Hassan and I moved
from Kenya, by way of Somalia, to the
United States in 2000. A civil war began in Somalia in
1991. To this date, there is still no resolution. Many
refugees escaped the war and fled to refugee camps
in Kenya. It was exciting to travel from there to here
as we didn't travel much before and suddenly we were
on a very big trip. We came to the United States
because my parents wanted better things for all of
our family, so they brought us to this country.
http://teacher.scholastic.com/activities/immigration/recent/kauthar.htm
Li Keng Wong
My father came to the United States in 1912 to
search for a better life. There were no jobs in our
small village of Goon Do Hung in southern China. My
father needed money to take care of his new family
and his widowed mother.
When he first arrived in the United States, he
did any kind of job he could get. He sent money home
several times a year, and once in a while, he came for
a short visit. After one of these visits, I was born in
1926.
Father came home once or twice that I could
remember. He could never stay long because he had to
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Li Keng Wong
go back to the United States to work. He never
mentioned that someday that he wanted to take us to
the United States, but he was thinking about it. On
his last visit home, he was sad at how poor the
villagers were. They made a living by planting rice
crops. People were so poor that no one had milk to
drink or had much meat to eat. Almost no one had
ever learned to read or write. So my father decided
that his family must immigrate to the United States
to have a better life. When we decided to leave, it
was 1933. I was only seven years old.
Louis and George Mehales
On January 14, 1892, Penelope Mehales gave
birth to her sixth son in the ancient town of Athens,
Greece. Because she had once been to America, and
because she believed her sons would find a much
brighter future in the United States than in her
native country, she gave her newborn child the
popular English name of "George," not at all realizing
that this name, like her baby, was of Greek origin
and meant "farmer." The family was poor, and
George's father had died two months before he was
born, but the mother was determined that her boys
should come to America.
She sold what little
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Louis and George Mehales
property she had; borrowed money from her kinfolks,
and sent George, when he was but three years old,
along with his brother, who was sixteen, to New York.
The two Greek boys were taken in charge by an
uncle who had come to America several years before
and who operated a small restaurant in Brooklyn. Louis,
the older of the two boys, immediately went to work
for his uncle. George was sent to school when he was
six years old, attending the public school during the
morning and the Greek school during the afternoon. In
spare moments, he helped his brother and his uncle in
the restaurant.
http://memory.loc.gov/cgibin/query/r?ammem/wpa:@field(DOCID+@lit(wpa332030213
Mari Tomasi
I came over [from Italy] when I was eighteen years
old. I wasn't married then. I came over here to marry
Pietro [Bartoletti?]. I grew up with Pietro. I went to
school with him. We were always good friends in the old
country. He came over here to work in the sheds. Every
month I got a letter from him. He told me how good the
granite business was. He asked me to marry him, so I
wrote back yes. I came over here in August. I liked
Barre. It didn't seem strange to me. We were married
right away.
(Recorded in 1940
http://memory.loc.gov/cgibin/query/r?ammem/wpa:@field(DOCID+@lit(wpa338052407)
Quynh
Hi, my name is Quynh, and I am 11 years old.
When I was younger my parents decided that
our family would have a better way of life if we moved
to this country. My parents and I moved to the United
States from Vietnam with my younger brother and
sister in 2001.
My parents were both photographers in Vietnam
and I was doing well in school, but they still felt
opportunities were here for us that were not in my
home country. Life is better here for our family.
There are many things we have here that we could
have never enjoyed at home. For instance, I think
school here is the best.
http://teacher.scholastic.com/activities/immigration/recent/quynh.htm
Virpal
My name is Virpal, I am 13 years old and from
Punjab, India. My mom was granted a visa to move
here five years ago, after my father passed away, but
my sister and I just recently moved here three
months ago. So, it had been five years since my sister
and I last saw our mother. Up until three months ago,
we were living in India with family. Not a day went by
that I wouldn't dream about the reuniting with my
mother again. Finally, after five years, the United
States granted my sister and me permission to come
live with our mother again.
http://teacher.scholastic.com/activities/immigration/recent/virpal.htm