Migration Quotes

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Naguib Mahfouz
“أليس من الأفضل أن نهاجر بدلاً من أن نتزوج؟
فالزواج هجرة داخلية”
نجيب محفوظ, الحب تحت المطر

Salman Rushdie
“Exile is a dream of a glorious return. Exile is a vision of revolution: Elba, not St Helena. It is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. The exile is a ball hurled high into the air. ”
Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

José Saramago
“Let him who has not a single speck of migration to blot his family escutcheon cast the first stone...if you didn't migrate then your father did, and if your father didn't need to move from place to place, then it was only because your grandfather before him had no choice but to go, put his old life behind him in search of the bread that his own land denied him...”
José Saramago, The Notebook

Kenneth Grahame
“The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as long as I dared, but always heeding the call!”
Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

Mohsin Hamid
“The news in those days was full of war and migrants and nativists, and it was full of fracturing too, of regions pulling away from nations, and cities pulling away from hinterlands, and it seemed that as everyone was coming together everyone was also moving apart. Without borders nations appeared to be becoming somewhat illusory, and people were questioning what role they had to play.”
Mohsin Hamid, Exit West

“ब्याह औरतों से आँगन छीनता है और व्यापार मर्दों से गाँव.”
Satya Vyas, Chaurasi/चौरासी/84

Earl Lovelace
“I didn't know where it would lead. I wanted things to develop naturally.”
Earl Lovelace

“I look through the window at the huge valley lit up with different colors. The town is cradled by the dark mountains. From afar it looks as if nothing can get in or out, but judging by the stillness of the view it's as if the citizens have made peace with it and have settled without worry into their insular but protected haven each evening. There are people in the world, I imagine, who are born and die in the same town, maybe even in the same house, or bed. Creatures without migration: have they not lived a life because they have not moved? What of the migratory los González, moving from one place to another and marking every stopping place with angst? What kind of alternative is that? For once my father and I are thinking thinking the same way, sharing a similar yearning for our starting points to have been different, for our final destination to be anything other than the tearful, resentful arrival it is likely to be.”
Rigoberto Gonzalez, Butterfly Boy: Memories of a Chicano Mariposa

Suketu Mehta
“Before you ask other people to respect the borders of the West, ask yourself if the West has ever respected anybody else's border.”
Suketu Mehta, This Land Is Our Land: An Immigrant’s Manifesto

“Some historians, in fact, suggest Hartford recruiters may have pioneered strategies that spurred the great migration of Southern rural blacks to Northern cities.”
Susan Eaton, The Children in Room E4: American Education on Trial

Laila Lalami
“Humanity is fundamentally a story of migration.”
Laila Lalami, Conditional Citizens: On Belonging in America

Joseph Conrad
“He was different; innocent of heart, and full of good will, which nobody wanted, this castaway, that, like a man transplanted into another planet, was separated by an immense space from his past and by an immense ignorance from his future.”
Joseph Conrad, Amy Foster

Abhijit Naskar
“If we go back in time long enough, then other than the Africans living in Africa, everybody on earth is a descendant of immigrants who migrated to various parts of the world from humankind's original homeland Africa.”
Abhijit Naskar, Heart Force One: Need No Gun to Defend Society

Paul Alkazraji
“South of Larissa the landscape began to change. Jude watched an irrigation machine like a giant stick insect creeping over a field, and a tractor racing across another, raking up a dust cloud behind in a brown jet stream.”
Paul Alkazraji, The Migrant

Romalyn Ante
“Jump there with me - on top of the stretcher, the man between your legs, your hands pumping his heart. Do not fear the clatter of wheels, the bumps and slopes in corridors. It is only turbulence.”
Romalyn Ante, Antiemetic for Homesickness

Joan Didion
“Remember, never take no cutoffs and hurry along as fast as you can.”
Joan Didion, Where I Was From

Maya Angelou
“After generations of separations and decades of forgetfulness, the mention of the South brings back to our memories ancient years of pain and pleasure. At the turn of the twentieth century, many African Americans left the Southern towns, left the crushing prejudice and prohibition, and moved north to Chicago and New York City, west to Los Angeles and San Diego.

They were drawn by the heady promise of better lives, of equality, fair play, and good old American four-star freedom. Their expectations were at once fulfilled and at the same time dashed to the ground and broken into shards of disappointment.

The sense of fulfillment arose from the fact that there were chances to exchange the dull drudgery of sharecrop farming for protected work under unionized agreements. Sadly for the last thirty years, those jobs have been decreasing as industry became computerized and work was sent to foreign countries. The climate which the immigrants imagined as free of racial prejudice was found to be discriminatory in ways different from the Southern modes and possibly even more humiliating.

A small percentage of highly skilled and fully educated blacks found and clung to rungs on the success ladder. Unskilled and undereducated black workers were spit out by the system like so many undigestible watermelon seeds.

They began to find their lives minimalized, and their selves as persons trivialized. Many members of that early band of twentieth-century pilgrims must have yearned for the honesty of Southern landscapes where even if they were the targets of hate mongers who wanted them dead, they were at least credited with being alive. Northern whites with their public smiles of liberal acceptance and their private behavior of utter rejection wearied and angered the immigrants.”
Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter

“On the rare occasions when Romani Gypsies meet south Asians from India or Pakistan, they are astonished to discover that they can understand many of the words these people use in their language, such as Hindi, Urdu and Punjabi. There is thus a connection with eastern Europe - Romania and Hungary - but also with far-away India.”
Yaron Matras

“I believe that it is not beneficial either to idealize Romani culture or treat it as exotic. Romani culture is not simply Indian or Asian, though some aspects of it clearly reflect its historical origins in India, language being one of the most obvious. Nor is it inherently a culture of poverty or a culture of resistance or defiance against mainstream norms.”
Yaron Matras, I Met Lucky People: The Story of the Romani Gypsies

Harsha Walia
“Right-wing nationalism is a bourgeois nationalism, and in our struggles against capitalist austerity we must emphasize that our enemy arrives in a limousine, and not on a boat.”
Harsha Walia, Border and Rule: Global Migration, Capitalism, and the Rise of Racist Nationalism

Harsha Walia
“Ensuring labor protections and citizenship status is the most ethical and effective counter to the far right's anti-migrant racism. Otherwise, attacks on migrant workers -- buttressed by ubiquitous anti-Indigenous, anti-Black, anti-Muslim, anti-Roma and anti-Latinx racism -- will continue to work as intended for capitalist interests: channeling irregular migration into precarious migration, lowering the wage floor for all workers, and expanding carceral governance.”
Harsha Walia, Border and Rule: Global Migration, Capitalism, and the Rise of Racist Nationalism

Harsha Walia
“Territorial diffusion relies on biometric surveillance and disciplinary practices within the state, as well as imperial outsourcing. Put another way, the border is elastic, and the magical line can exist anywhere. Crossing the border does not end the struggle for undocumented people, because the border is mobile and can be enforced anywhere within the nation-state. Internal bordering differentiates those within the nation-state who are citizens from those who are not.”
Harsha Walia, Border and Rule: Global Migration, Capitalism and the Rise of Racist Nationalism

Harsha Walia
“Empires crumble, capitalism is not inevitable, gender is not biology, whiteness is not immutable, prisons are not inescapable, and borders are not natural law.”
Harsha Walia, Border and Rule: Global Migration, Capitalism and the Rise of Racist Nationalism

Valentin Rasputin
“It wasn't that easy to leave your established home, the place made sacred by the graves of your parents, and move on to who knew where.”
Valentin Rasputin, Money For Maria And Borrowed Time: Two Village Tales

“Many biologists are like migratory birds---they nest and reproduce in the temperate zone, but regularly migrate to warmer climes in search of spiritual fodder.”
Vojtech Novotny, Notebooks from New Guinea: Field Notes of a Tropical Biologist

Jason Hickel
“As ecological breakdown triggers tipping points, as agricultural output declines, as mass displacement undermines political stability, and as cities are ruined by rising seas, the environmental, social and material infrastructure that underpins the possibility of growth – and indeed the possibility of organised civilisation – will fall apart.”
Jason Hickel, Less is More: How Degrowth Will Save the World

Christy Lefteri
“As if she couldn’t quite allow herself to enjoy the pleasures of one world without being pulled into the other. Her home was always waiting for her.”
Christy Lefteri, Songbirds

Alison Booth
“Leaving home but going back home: once you crossed the ocean you were always on the wrong side. That was the lot of the immigrant, belonging everywhere but nowhere. Displaced, and unplaced.”
Alison Booth

Kapka Kassabova
“The money came in bundles tied with elastic bands, in exchange for the promise of a lorry ride across the border. In many cases, people were dumped off before they even reached the border, and so they were back to square one, back in Turkey, back in Ali’s Café, but this time without money. It was groundhog day, a Sisyphean sentence – to endlessly go up and down the airless corridor that never changed, though everything else changed. And never to arrive.”
Kapka Kassabova, Border: A Journey to the Edge of Europe

Salman Rushdie
“In exile, the furniture is ugly, expensive, all brought at the same time in the same store and in too much of a hurry[.]”
Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

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