Migrants Quotes

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Jeanine Cummins
“From now on, when we board, each time we board, I will remind you to be terrified,' she says. 'And you remind me, too: this is not normal.'

'This is not normal.' Soledad nods.”
Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt

Karla Cornejo Villavicencio
“I personally subscribe to Dr. King’s definition of an unjust law as being ‘out of harmony with the moral law.’ And the higher moral law here is that people have a human right to move, to change location, if they experience hunger, poverty, violence, or lack of opportunity, especially if that climate in their home countries is created by the United States, as is the case with most third world countries from which people migrate. Ain’t that ’bout a bitch.”
Karla Cornejo Villavicencio, The Undocumented Americans

John Steinbeck
“I seen hundreds of men come by on the road an’ on the ranches, with their bindles on their back an’ that same damn thing in their heads . . . every damn one of ’em’s got a little piece of land in his head. An’ never a God damn one of ’em ever gets it. Just like heaven. Ever’body wants a little piece of lan’. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land.”
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

Jeanine Cummins
“[Author's Note:] It took me four years to research and write this novel, so I began long before talk about migrant caravans and building a wall entered the national zeitgeist. But even then I was frustrated by the tenor of the public discourse surrounding immigration in this country. The conversation always seemed to turn around policy issues, to the absolute exclusion of moral or humanitarian concerns. I was appalled at the way Latino migrants, even five years ago - and it has gotten exponentially worse since then - were characterized within that public discourse. At worst, we perceive them as an invading mob of resource-draining criminals, and at best, a sort of helpless, impoverished, faceless brown mass, clamoring for help at our doorstep. We seldom think of them as our fellow human beings. People with the agency to make their own decisions, people who can contribute to their own bright futures, and to ours, as so many generations of oft-reviled immigrants have done before them.”
Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt

Jeanine Cummins
“As Rebeca reveals what scraps of story she does have to Luca, he starts to understand that this is the one thing all migrants have in common, this is the solidarity that exists among them, though they all come from different places and different circumstances, some urban, some rural, some middle-class, some poor, some well educated, some illiterate, Salvadoran, Honduran, Guatemalan, Mexican, Indian, each of them carries some story of suffering on top of that train and into el norte beyond. Some, like Rebeca, share their stories carefully, selectively, finding a faithful ear and then chanting their words like prayers. Other migrants are like blown-open grenades, telling their anguish compulsively to everyone they meet, dispensing their pain like shrapnel so they might one day wake to find their burdens have grown lighter. Luca wonders what it would feel like to blow up like that. But for now he remains undetonated, his horrors sealed tightly inside, his pin fixed snugly in place.”
Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt

“My prayers for these stressful days
Have become sharpened. Unadorned.
A single word to the bereaved and
Wailing Mother God - mercy.
Two words to
The infant child God, on trial in
an unjust system--
Tender love. And for the God who
is not a
White, robed, bearded father, but
a migrant laborer
Daddy, with a red baseball cap,
who only cries
When he thinks no one can see,
not a word, but
A silent squeeze of his calloused
hand to telegraph
Reconciliation, wholeness. There
was a time when
More words brought comfort, but
now my heart
Wants most to be true. Ready for
resistance by
Unapologetic clarity and fueled
by moving toward
A future in which we have made
all of us free.
-Holy Quiet”
Theresa I. Soto, Spilling the Light: Meditations on Hope and Resilience

Jeanine Cummins
“Lydia is constantly reminded that her education has no purchase here, that she has no access to the kind of information that has real currency on this journey. Among migrants, everyone knows more than she does. How do you find a coyote, make sure he's reputable, pay for your crossing, all without getting ripped off?”
Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt

Jeanine Cummins
“[Author's Note:] When my grandmother came to the United States from Puerto Rico in the 1940s, she was a beautiful, glamorous woman from a wealthy family in the capital city, and the young bride of a dashing naval officer. She expected to be received as such. Instead, she found that people here had a very reductionist view of what it meant to be Puerto Rican, of what it meant to be Latinx. Everything about her confused her new neighbors: her skin tone, her hair, her accent, her notions. She wasn't what they expected a boricua to be.

My grandmother spent much of her adult life in the States but didn't always feel welcome here. She resented the perpetual gringo misconceptions about her. She never got past that resentment, and the echoes of her indignation still have some peculiar manifestations in my family today. One of the symptoms is me. Always raging against a perceived slight, always fighting against ignorance in mainstream ideas about ethnicity and culture. I'm acutely aware that the people coming to our southern border are not one faceless brown mass but singular individuals, with stories and backgrounds and reasons for coming that are unique. I feel this awareness in my spine, in my DNA.

So I hoped to present one of those unique personal stories - a work of fiction - as a way to honor the hundreds of thousands of stories we may never get to hear. And in so doing, I hope to create a pause where the reader may begin to individuate. When we see migrants on the news, we may remember: these people are people.”
Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt

Karl Wiggins
“I believe the Law of the Land should allow migrants three months on benefits and then the benefits cease”
Karl Wiggins, 100 Common Sense Policies to make BRITAIN GREAT again

Kamand Kojouri
“ref·u·gee noun: a person who flees for refuge or safety

We are, each of us, refugees
when we flee from burning buildings
into the arms of loving families.
When we flee from floods and earthquakes
to sleep on blue mats in community centres.
We are, each of us, refugees
when we flee from abusive relationships,
and shooters in cinemas
and shopping centres.

Sometimes it takes only a day
for our countries to persecute us
because of our creed, race, or sexual orientation.
Sometimes it takes only a minute
for the missiles to rain down
and leave our towns in ruin and destitution.

We are, each of us, refugees
longing for that amniotic tranquillity
dreaming of freedom and safety
when fences and barbed wires spring into walled gardens.

Lebanese, Sudanese, Libyan and Syrian,
Yemeni, Somali, Palestinian, and Ethiopian,
like our brothers and sisters,
we are, each of us, refugees.
The bombs fell in their cafés and squares
where once poetry, dancing, and laughter prevailed.
Only their olive trees remember music and merriment now
as their cities wail for departed children without a funeral.

We are, each of us, refugees.
Don’t let stamped paper tell you differently.
We’ve been fleeing for centuries
because to stay means getting bullets in our heads
because to stay means being hanged by our necks
because to stay means being jailed, raped and left for dead.

But we can, each of us, serve as one another’s refuge
so we don't board dinghies when we can’t swim
so we don’t climb walls with snipers aimed at our chest
so we don’t choose to remain and die instead.

When home turns into hell,
you, too, will run
with tears in your eyes screaming rescue me!
and then you’ll know for certain:
you've always been a refugee.”
Kamand Kojouri

Tracy Kidder
“En route to California I had a few drinks with an American executive for Falstaff Brewing Company who said he'd been a hobo from '37 to '39. He talked about a friend of his who had lost his legs beneath a freight train and died. He told me he knew something about farm labor contractors. "Killers," he called them. And said it again, "Killers.”
Tracy Kidder, The Road to Yuba City: A Journey into the Juan Corona Murders

Tracy Kidder
“If you've got a Mexican last name, you've got a strike against you.”
Tracy Kidder, The Road to Yuba City: A Journey into the Juan Corona Murders

“... it is estimated that approximately 95 percent of agricultural workers in the United States were born in Mexico, 52 percent of them unauthorized”
Seth Holmes, Fresh Fruit, Broken Bodies: Migrant Farmworkers in the United States

“Migration is a process to escape from the unsatisfactory situation .”
Uruj Shahid

“The lockdown has been a long haul ,
in the battle against Coronavirus.

But the migrants are
suffering from the worst,
hitting the hardest

It is very painful , and hidden”
Srinivas Mishra

Sakoon Singh
“Blood stains are not easy to remove. Yes, and they will enter the rooms and see my bedding. Perhaps a young girl will fit into my daughter’s clothes. Or it’ll all be a waste because they too lost a young daughter in the vadda raula. These clothes will haunt them. They will want to go back. How crazy! I don’t want to be here and they don’t want to be there. They can’t be here and I can’t be there. How absurd! It is like someone just did it in jest. What value does my life have? Zilch. Nobody thought of this? They live with my nightmares, I live with theirs. And then learn to ignore these sounds I hear from the crevices of the new house. Each night I plug my ears and shut my eyes. A new story over my story. The slate has been wiped clean. With blood.”
Sakoon Singh, In The Land of The Lovers

Sakoon Singh
“She felt exhausted: her energy first spent wanting so sorely to return and then accepting the loss as final. As her old life in Okara was fast becoming just a story to be told, she too was becoming irrelevant, like an out-of-use currency, or an old train route, defunct. Her body became slightly bent over and the folds of her skin began to hang loose, like they had lost interest in life. And all like a misunderstanding, like someone your own, someone very close, had tricked you, surreptitiously moved the very roof from over your head.”
Sakoon Singh, In The Land of The Lovers

“You, who are so-called Illegal Aliens, must know that nooo human being is illegal. That is a contradiction in terms. Human beings can be beautiful or more beautiful. They can be fat or skinny. They can be right or wrong. But illegal? How can a human being be illegal?”
Ellie Wiesel

Valeria Luiselli
“La mayoría de la gente piensa en los refugiados y en los migrantes como un problema de política exterior. Pocos conciben la migración sencillamente como una realidad global que nos atañe a todos. (...)
Nadie considera a los niños que ahora mismo llegan a la frontera como refugiados de una guerra hemisférica que se extiende, al menos, desde estas mismas montañas, hacia el sur y atravesando el país, hasta los desiertos del sur de los Estados Unidos y el norte de México, y más allá de las sierras, bosques y luego las selvas tropicales mexicanas, por Guatemala, El Salvador, y por lo menos hasta la Biósfera Celaque en Honduras. Nadie considera a esos niños como consecuencia de una guerra histórica que lleva décadas. Todos siguen preguntando: ¿qué guerra, dónde? ¿Por qué están aquí? ¿Qué vamos a hacer con ellos? ¿Por qué vinieron a los Estados Unidos?”
Valeria Luiselli, Lost Children Archive

Jeanine Cummins
“No one can stay in a brutal, bloodstained place.”
Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt

Jeanine Cummins
“The sky is scrubbed fresh and stark blue by the gone rain, but every trace of that water has evaporated from the earth around them. It feels like a dream, all that rainfall. 'This is a cycle,' she thinks. Every day a fresh horror, and when it's over, this feeling of surreal detachment. A disbelief, almost, in what they just endured. The mind is magical. Human beings are magical.”
Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt

Suketu Mehta
“The first thing that a new migrant sends to his family back home isn’t money; it’s a story. Of the arduous journey here, the snow on the streets, the rude immigration agent or the kindly social worker; the lights of the Eiffel Tower or the cold reception from the cousins with whom he’s staying.”
Suketu Mehta, This Land Is Our Land: An Immigrant’s Manifesto

“Too many times
Two drops leave your eyes
Eid Mubarak for you from abroad
- Eid Abroad”
Mukul Hossinek

“I want to be king
King of the society's day labourers
King of labourers
King of street children
King of a mother who lost her son
- I Want To Be King”
Mukul Hossinek

“The refugee crisis, resulting from the
armed conflicts, persecution,
violence, war, and so on

In such cases, these refugees face various problems.

Instead, we must find ways to problems and
about their grief.

Refugees are like us humans.


There should be best efforts to bring information to public attention, empathy, security and to join them in the social mainstream.”
Srinivas Mishra

“meja je koža
ljudje v vsaki pori
delajo taborišča
ona se nemoteno
pretaka skozi države
nekdo je prepotoval
celo evropo
in od vsakega dobil
enak nasvet
naj se pazi
vzhodnega soseda
na njihovi strani je
konec civilizacije”
Natalija Milovanović, BIĆE BOLJE - BO ŽE

Roberto Lovato
“Forgetting begets forgetting begets ongoing mass murder.”
Roberto Lovato, Unforgetting: A Memoir of Family, Migration, Gangs, and Revolution in the Americas

John Steinbeck
“The new migrants from the dust bowl are here to stay. They are the vest American stock, intelligent, resourceful; and, if given a chance, socially responsible. To attempt to force them into a peonage of starvation and intimidated despair will be unsuccessful. They can be citizens of the highest type, or they can be an army driven by suffering to take what they need. On their future treatment will depend the course they will be force to take.”
John Steinbeck, The Harvest Gypsies: On the Road to The Grapes of Wrath

Sam Van Rooy
“I know a ‘swimming pool’ where these ‘young people who disturb’ can go and swim separately following their ‘own schedule’: the Mediterranean Sea.”
Sam Van Rooy

Kristin Hannah
“She couldn't let herself be seduced by the idea of credit. Nothing in this life was free, for migrants most of all.”
Kristin Hannah, The Four Winds

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