Stephanie ; I liked the fact that her family heritage blog wasn't boring. It keeps interested in reading, because it doesn't only talk to you about her family and where they came from. It asks you about your family heritage and makes you think about it.
Nelsharry ; I very much agree with what Nelsharry said about "What if something went on in the States and they had to come in Latin America?" That is something the United States should really think about, because I'm positive they would not like to be treated as less than other people.
Alysha ; I have to say that Alysha was right Rita was doing nothing wrong just trying to help her sister, which I think is what anyone would do. Just for reporting it they found out she was an illegal immigrant and deported her. It was very unfair.
Hector P. ; I found interesting how his last names (Porrata-Doria) were separated and then they came together. Also how Porrata were the lower class (slaves) in Italy.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Ruiz Pérez; Family Descendance
My paternal last name, Ruiz comes from Spain, they arrived in the United States sometime in the 1800s. My maternals’ side of the family, Pérez came from France. My mothers’ great grandmother was called Carmen Onelia Torres Caratini. They came into the United States through Ellis Island in about the 1800s.
Most of my paternal and maternal family today is spread throughout the United States, Europe and Puerto Rico. Since Puerto Rico is a common wealth of the United States we have no immigration problems when going to the U.S. The one’s that live in the United States are legal residents so they aren’t going to have any problems with immigration in the United States. I do not know much about my European descendants, but I don’t think they have issues with the immigration law when coming to the U.S.
Immigrant Story && My Opinion
My parents, my sister and I came to the US in 1984 in hopes of a better opportunity. I was five and she was three. We attended school like every other child does and were basically living a better life than the one we had back home in Colombia. Throughout the whole time we were here my parents tried very hard to obtain legal status but for some reason nothing was ever resolved. My parents worked hard and saved money. They bought their first house and paid their property taxes, did everything they needed to do to be the perfect model citizens. With no legal status I knew I had to do something so I fell in love and got married to an American Citizen of Jewish and Polish descent. We had a child and after I obtained my citizenship I petitioned for my parents and my sister. This was April 2007. By this time my sister was attending FMU and my father was paying for it with his hard earned money. She graduated in June 2007 with a AA in Criminal Justice. We were so proud everything was going good. I was pregnant with my 2nd child and she was going to be in the delivery room with me just like she was with my first. She was the first to go to college so we were very happy and proud of her. Then on July 3 2007 our lives were changed dramatically. I say dramatically because we never thought that my little sister could get deported. They came to her condo early in the morning with the excuse of the security at her door. She was getting ready for work and they took her before we could not do anything for her. It was completely out of our hands. Our family was distraught. It's been almost 3 yrs and if you could imagine coming from a close family nothing is the same. Thanksgiving which was our favorite time to be with the family is no longer the same. My kids are missing out on spending time with their aunt. It's not fair. She was paying for her condo and had excellent credit. She worked and graduated. She had dreams of becoming a detective and now it's gone.
I consider a better way to treat the issue of immigration is to check the persons record, if they have a clean record make them legal and keep them on probation for a couple of years. If they follow the law let them become permanent residents of the U.S. I understand that it is a way to prevent overpopulation and prevent having more issues with the economy. But some people do it for all the wrong reasons like racism and jealousy and that is very wrong. We have to keep in mind that we are all a part of the same world and that you can’t judge someone just because of their culture or color. Before you do something like that think about how you would feel if you were going to another country looking for a better life, how would you like to be treated?
In my opinion immigrants are being treated very unfairly. We are taught that we are all equal, no one is superior to anyone. This should be considered as a failure to respect people’s rights. People are very quick at being judgemental. Put yourselves in their shoes, see things from their point of view. It is not as easy as it seems to legally come in to the United States.
Carolina Yednak and her family did not do anything. They followed the laws, they attended schools, worked hard, and tried to maintain a legal status, like any other American citizen. They never resolved their illegal status issues, even though they bought their own house and they paid their taxes. They tried to do everything right and follow the law. They were not bothering anyone, they were just building up their lives and doing things right. Many Americans don’t want immigrants in the United States because they are “taking their jobs”, if you want something you need to work hard for it and that is what these people are doing. This girls’ sister had just graduated and was working hard for what she wanted it is so unfair that she got deported, but others that are in the street doing crimes are happily living in the U.S. just because they were born there. These people come to America to make something of themselves and fulfill their dreams and the law is stopping them from having a good future they have earned.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Life as Isabella Pietrocelli
February 16th, 1884
Ciao’ or as you may say hello my name is Isabella Pietrocelli I am 15 years old and I am from Italy.. Venice, Italy to be more specific. My family and I live in a small apartment with two rooms and we are a family of six. I have three older brothers and we all share a room. Life here in Venice is hard there are hardly any jobs here. My father has to work 6 hours per day seven days a week and he barely gets paid, sometimes my brothers go with him. My mother does the best she can in sparing the little money we have. Our family struggles a lot to have enough food even to survive. I wish I could go to the United States where the streets are filled with gold.
February 18th, 1884
Today I received a ticket my golden pass to fulfill my dreams at last. This is the best day of my life I can not wait to tell my family. I try to teach myself the best I can to read and write and do things on my own. I just know that if I could get there things would be so much better and later on when I get there I could send money for my family. I really hope my family agrees and let me go on this journey. I know it will not be easy, but I want to take the risk to fulfill my happiness.
March 9th, 1884
My journey has begun, I am finally on my way to the United States. My family has agreed to everything and as soon as I can I will send money for them. First I had to get on the steam boats to cross the Atlantic Ocean. The conditions were awful, I was sleeping between people I did not know, I had to bathe with salt water and I had practically no privacy what so ever.. I hoped so bad that time would fly by. Finally after spending forty days in that awful steam boat, I arrived in Ellis Island. In Ellis Island I was questioned, my luggage was checked, I had to wait in line for hours for registry, then I got checked by a doctor for any disease, handicap or deformations. After my future was in the hands of a suspector he had the final word on whether I would be let into the United States or not, lucky for me I got admitted.
March 25th, 1894
I am finally in the United States in New York. It has not been as easy as I thought, but I am better off than I was in Venice. I am going to school and have been working in an urban factory. It is not the best job, but it is what they give us, so I take what I can get. I was living in filthy apartment, in a community where there were a couple of other nice immigrants, but mostly Italians. I recently reached my goal to send money for my family to come to America and moved to a nice apartment in New York. I do not regret coming to America and I am anxious to see my family after such a long time.
Ciao’ or as you may say hello my name is Isabella Pietrocelli I am 15 years old and I am from Italy.. Venice, Italy to be more specific. My family and I live in a small apartment with two rooms and we are a family of six. I have three older brothers and we all share a room. Life here in Venice is hard there are hardly any jobs here. My father has to work 6 hours per day seven days a week and he barely gets paid, sometimes my brothers go with him. My mother does the best she can in sparing the little money we have. Our family struggles a lot to have enough food even to survive. I wish I could go to the United States where the streets are filled with gold.
February 18th, 1884
Today I received a ticket my golden pass to fulfill my dreams at last. This is the best day of my life I can not wait to tell my family. I try to teach myself the best I can to read and write and do things on my own. I just know that if I could get there things would be so much better and later on when I get there I could send money for my family. I really hope my family agrees and let me go on this journey. I know it will not be easy, but I want to take the risk to fulfill my happiness.
March 9th, 1884
My journey has begun, I am finally on my way to the United States. My family has agreed to everything and as soon as I can I will send money for them. First I had to get on the steam boats to cross the Atlantic Ocean. The conditions were awful, I was sleeping between people I did not know, I had to bathe with salt water and I had practically no privacy what so ever.. I hoped so bad that time would fly by. Finally after spending forty days in that awful steam boat, I arrived in Ellis Island. In Ellis Island I was questioned, my luggage was checked, I had to wait in line for hours for registry, then I got checked by a doctor for any disease, handicap or deformations. After my future was in the hands of a suspector he had the final word on whether I would be let into the United States or not, lucky for me I got admitted.
March 25th, 1894
I am finally in the United States in New York. It has not been as easy as I thought, but I am better off than I was in Venice. I am going to school and have been working in an urban factory. It is not the best job, but it is what they give us, so I take what I can get. I was living in filthy apartment, in a community where there were a couple of other nice immigrants, but mostly Italians. I recently reached my goal to send money for my family to come to America and moved to a nice apartment in New York. I do not regret coming to America and I am anxious to see my family after such a long time.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
History of Italian immigration
The immigration of the Italians to the United States had various reasons. Some of the most important reasons the Italians immigrated to the United States were because of their poor economy, over population, deadly diseases, little or no education and starvation. Jobs were very hard to find, if you did not have a family business or some kind of connection. This issue mainly focused in the Southern regions of Italy. Most of the immigrants were men searching for jobs. They saw migration as an opportunity of liberty and hope for a better life.
Italians, like many others had to go through a lot to get the United States. Italians crossed the Atlantic Ocean in steam powered vessels. The trip to reach the United States was about 40 days later in 1900's it took about a week. Their journey was rough they were crowded, they had to sleep in the same clothe, they had to wash themselves with salt water, which could cause skin irritation and other complications. They first arrived in Ellis Island, their luggage was checked and they had to make single file lines to the registry. They would also be checked for any handicap or deformations. Finally after all that process suspectors would make the decision to admit you as a United States citizen or send you back.
Then finally Italians arrived in the United States to "fulfill their dreams". Italians were not very welcomed in the U.S. They had jobs as shoe shinning, rag picking, sewer cleaning, and hard jobs no one else wanted. They were rarely known for taking charity money or doing prostitution for money. Most Italians clustered into groups relating to their place of origin. They would disperse into other immigrant groups, while they still remained part of theirs. They lived in filthy condition. Eventually that changed.
This has taught me that immigration was very hard back then, not only to Italians but to a lot of people that immigrated to the U.S. This has has helped me understand why they came to the United States. Why they were willing to leave it all behind and risk losing everything, even though maybe it was not a lot. I know now what they had to go through just to get their and how they began from having nothing and built themselves up.
Italians, like many others had to go through a lot to get the United States. Italians crossed the Atlantic Ocean in steam powered vessels. The trip to reach the United States was about 40 days later in 1900's it took about a week. Their journey was rough they were crowded, they had to sleep in the same clothe, they had to wash themselves with salt water, which could cause skin irritation and other complications. They first arrived in Ellis Island, their luggage was checked and they had to make single file lines to the registry. They would also be checked for any handicap or deformations. Finally after all that process suspectors would make the decision to admit you as a United States citizen or send you back.
Then finally Italians arrived in the United States to "fulfill their dreams". Italians were not very welcomed in the U.S. They had jobs as shoe shinning, rag picking, sewer cleaning, and hard jobs no one else wanted. They were rarely known for taking charity money or doing prostitution for money. Most Italians clustered into groups relating to their place of origin. They would disperse into other immigrant groups, while they still remained part of theirs. They lived in filthy condition. Eventually that changed.
This has taught me that immigration was very hard back then, not only to Italians but to a lot of people that immigrated to the U.S. This has has helped me understand why they came to the United States. Why they were willing to leave it all behind and risk losing everything, even though maybe it was not a lot. I know now what they had to go through just to get their and how they began from having nothing and built themselves up.
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