Here’s an SAT-kind question:
IMMIGRATION :: AMERICA
____________ :: FAITH
What exactly is immigration to America? Is this question even worth asking? Yesterday, as I was working at home at recording translations of Walt Whitman’s work into Russian (this is also the kind of work, besides cleaning and landscaping, that is performed by immigrants), I was listening to the Independence Day programs on the radio, Ellis Island Oral History project among them. Interspersed with inspiring music, actors and actresses read testimony from actual immigrants who’d gone through the Ellis Island processing facility. All stories were read with the same, vaguely Eastern European accent (rolled r’s, hard t’s, the works) and all stories were the same. After a long difficult trip on a boat, the newly arrived glimpsed the Statue of Liberty and had their hearts lifted. No one asked them anything. Some had a chalk mark put on their backs—and turned away. The unwanted ones were marked. The others were not marked. They were not different. There were not really others once they left the island and dissolved in the Manhattan crowds. This was 1920s and 30s. People stepped off on the American soil and became American. The will to get here was enough; they were anointed American.
When similar people undertake an arduous journey today through the desert, not as long, but just as drenching and nerve-racking as the old one taken on a boat, they also step into a big city and disappear.
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