“After this I go to work at a pizza shop. My wife and I were college professors in Bangladesh. I taught accounting. But one dollar in America becomes eighty dollars when we send it back home.”
People forget, when immigrants come to this country they start from scratch. They could have been lawyers in their home country, but in the US..it means nothing. You think a HS diploma from Bangladesh means anything in this country? My mom was a top student in the country, went to all the best school and got the best of everything…but when she got here it meant squat and she was cleaning other people’s homes and scrubbing their toilets. This is why I get pissed of when people talk smack about immigrants. They at least are doing something…..heading for a goal..making sacrifices…what are you doing with your life?
Same. My dad graduated from college in Honduras. Was an accountant and eventually became the head of a big bank in his city, but he came here for a better opportunity and life for me and my bro. Just like every other Latino immigrant that comes here. He works construction doing flooring and sometimes he’ll go months without work. Right now we’re in dept and struggling. It really irks me thinking about it knowing he could’ve had an amazing life back in his home country but instead he gave it all up for us and now he’s killing himself just to provide. Most intelligent and hardest working man I know.
I’ve always wondered why my dad won’t get his architect license here in the States (he was an excellent architect in the Philippines). He told me that he had to go through a series of tests before they even consider his degree being switched. He had to work stocking merchandise in shelves and shit before he had a chance to become a medical staff for the LA Sheriff’s department. My mom was the same, she used to sell pots and pans when she came here.
So yeah, anyone who talks smack about us immigrants will get my foot shoved down their windpipe.
My mom was a university prof in the Philippines and became a support worker in a nursing home when we got to Canada. My dad was an electrical engineer and became a seasonal construction worker here. He told me once that the first winter working was so brutal cause he didn’t have/couldn’t afford proper winter gear but when he came home and saw all of us playing and laughing it would pull him through the day.
Seriously I will fuck you up if you talk shit about immigrants. As if it’s so easy to pack up your life and your family to move to a completely foreign place and start again without any job or financial security.
This is a fundamental failure of America. We need people like this doing what they were educated and train to do, not scrubbing toilets or ringing up somebody’s gas and slurpee.
My mom was paralegal and aunt an accountant. My dad was a physics professor.
Here mom works in a super market.
Aunt babysits rich kids.
Dad is a fast food restaurant manager.
They all came to send money back home
An acquaintance of mine is a college professor, in one of the life sciences. He has had at least one student who has an MD from another country. They have to do the schooling all over again in the US.
My sister used to cook in a restaurant where the dishwasher was a chinese microsurgeon.
For a country made of and created by immigrants, the United States REALLY FUCKING HATES immigrants. Like, it always has, and it’s hypocritical and disgusting.
All of my respect to people who left lives doing what they loved and/or wanted in the hope of more for their families, and are stuck being mistreated and maligned by people who’ve never known that kind of struggle. Their sacrifices are beyond amazing.
Fine, tell me more about the sandwich.
Far Cry 3 more like why isn’t this a dating sim?
This is one of those “I didn’t really care about you until I saved your cute ass” <3
And the achievement being called “Hands off my stoner” is just adorbs
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