Mexican American Journal Entry Essay

It has been 11 years since we have go deepd to Los Angeles, calcium. I can still think of the whim of when my fuck off had said to us that he we would be moving to a far place to try to find better jobs for my mother and him because with the deuce jobs my father had and the washing and ironing of other peoples clothes my ma did was non bringing enough money to support my sisters and me and did they wanted to provide a better life for my sisters and me.Mexico was such a poor country that my p bents could non see themselves make enough money to support my sisters and me, let just see us get a better tuition. So my parents make up ones mind to migrate to the United States with one of my mothers brother. We arrived in Los Angeles, California on July 16, 1931, with my Aunt Julia and Uncle Fernando. My family and I were so happy to fin exclusivelyy arrive to the U. S. to live the American dreaming. Soon we would find out that our dreams would come oppress down fast.After settl ing down, my mother decided it was time to introduce my sisters and me into school. My mother asked my Aunt Julia and Uncle Fernando what my sisters and I need to enroll into school merely since my aunt and uncle did not have any children, they were unable to class my parents the training we would need. As my mother, my sisters and I walked into the school we could notice all told the gringos looking at us in a weird way (looking at us like we did not belong in that location). My mother can right remote tell that t here(predicate) was something wrong that we would not be accepted into that school.My mom was correct, as we entered the office the school secretary told my mother that we were not welcomed there and that if she wanted to enroll us into school it needed to be in a segregated Mexican school. Walking out of the school with sloppiness on her face, my mother saw an elderly Mexican American fair sex who spoke Spanish and asked her if she knew the reason we were not ac cepted into the school. The charr proceeded to pardon to my mother that in the past few years many Mexicans were migrating to the U. S forced by the economic and political disorder produced by the Mexican Revolution and were tempted by jobs in U.S. agribusiness and industry that many Americans feared losing their jobs to underpaid felonious immigrants. Americans could not deal with losing the jobs they had especially during this time of the Great Depression. The elderly woman proceeded to explain to my mother that Mexicans were not welcomed to California or other part of the country, that Mexicans were discriminated against and that we only had to go to schools that were for Mexicans only, that the only language we could speak in the schools careless(predicate) if they were for Mexicans only was English. She read my mother some signs that said, NO MEXICANS ALLOWED. She continued to tell my mother which neighborhoods we could not enter and which we could. If we saw signs like th e ones she read for us, and then we should be aware that we were not wanted there. After finding an all Mexican school for my sisters and me, my parents thought the hard part was over. I would here them talking in their bed room that as long as they did not bother the gringos or got in there way we would not have anything to worry about but they were wrong. Shortly after cosmos able to find jobs for themselves, I began to see my parents worried and listening to their radios all the time.They had just found out that Mexicans were being deported back to Mexico regardless of their statutory status. The news stated that tens of thousands of Mexican families were arrested and sent to jail for 10 old age before they were sent to Mexico by train, because of an anti-immigrant campaign that the Americans had done. Those families were not given a meet to proof if any family members were U. S citizens. Families were not given the chance to take anything with them. The news also began annou ncing free trains rides back to Mexico for Mexican American and Mexicans who wished to voluntarily be taken back to Mexico.I can remember seeing my mother cry because she said she did not want to increase to Mexico and live in the horrible conditions we were living in before. She begged my father to do something so we did not have to return to Mexico. One day my father came home telling my mother that he had heard of migrant action camps established by the U. S. Farm Security Administration, or FSA and that they had a opening move of getting jobs there to stay in the U. S. The camps provided housing, food, and medicine for immigrant families as considerably as safety from any criminal elements that can take gain of defenseless immigrants.We had the possibility of staying we were extremely happy Little by myopic more Mexicans have extended their stay as well as the places were we live at. The most popular places where Mexicans live at now are Chicago, California, and New York. We stayed in the U. S. , my sisters and I are receiving a great education and compared to Mexico, I think we are now living the American Dream Reference Depression and the Struggle for Survival. (2005, April 20). Immigration. Retrieved August 10, 2008, from The Library of Congress. Koch, W. (2006, April 4). 1930s Deportees ask Apology. USA TODAY. Retrieved from httpwww. usatoday. com.