Porfirio's Story

My dad is from Mexico and California. My mom is from Ohio. I was born in Hawaii. My sister was born in Michigan. And that’s it. 🙄🥶😨🤯🤬🥳🥰🤣😂😅😇😎😎😎😰😰😥🤭✈️💺🚥🚥🏰🎢🏖🎡🏝⛲️🏯🗺🚧🛳🚁🛩🚊🚅🚄🚝🚆🚈🚨🚔🚍🚘🚃🏍🦽

Emilio's Story

My parents came from Mexico, at different times in their lives. My grandfather brought my mom as a little girl, along with her family to Springfield, Illinois from Juarez, after starting a successful drywall business. My dad travelled from Mexico City to pursue better opportunities, and originally crossed the border into the U.S. as an undocumented immigrant. He eventually met my mom at a dance, common for latinx immigrants, and they married and had me! He became a citizen when I was 6, and because of them I was able to follow my dreams, and attend an Ivy League university as a first-generation college student.

Jason's Story

Ancestors came over on the John and Mary. They were part of a group that founded Dorchester and later founded Windsor, CT. My grandfather was the last of our lineage to own a tobacco farm in Windsor.

The other half of the family fled Galicia (present day Poland/Yugoslavia) during the Russian take over in the 19th century.

Lucia's Story

Ciao I’m Lucia! 5 years ago I moved to Massachusetts from Italy and since then I graduated college and found a job here, in the beautiful city of Boston.

For whoever out there that feels alone and little in a country like this one, it’s normal. I felt that way for the first 4 months until I built my own “family”. My friends are the ones that made me understand better this big and overwhelming country and now I’m GOOD.

Moving here already makes us the strongest.

Adeeb's Story

I was born in Kuwait, exactly a week before Sadaam invaded. My parents were Indian citizens and were displaced yet again, having been in Iran during the revolution. This time, however, it was with me and my two older brothers that we left Kuwait because of the war. We first went back to India before making it to America.

Romy's Story

My family and I immigrated to south Florida from Haiti in 2000, we’ll be celebrating our 20th year in this country in a few month. It’s amazing for me to be here, live this life and share my dreams with the next generation.

Fiona's Story

I came to Boston, ma on June 5th, 1998 from the UK with Sara. Leaving home is hard. I miss my family. I love Boston and the wonderful people here. America is the land of opportunity for all immigrants and Boston is a melting pot of cultures. I hope this remains the case and America continues to welcome people looking for a new life, new opportunities or to be safe from harm. Please don’t ever change!

Sara's Story

Moved to Boston from County Durham, England with Fiona H in 1998 to work for 18 months. 21 years later, still here, an American, and as a dual citizen, proud to call both US and UK home. The current political climate for both countries is difficult to comprehend and so concerning for all my family. Leaving the European Union will affect my family and opportunities for them for years to come. Wishing the word Brexit had never had to be invented and was an idea that would never have been raised but here we are. Hoping for a better tomorrow!

Jack's Story

My dad came to the us on a Fulbright scholarship. He was between starting his PhD at MIT and CalTech, all his us contacts told him to got to California because the climate was close to New Zealand’s. He decided he didn’t want the same and wanted something new. His decision to go to Boston set my life in motion, he met my mom there and they both moved to Australia where I was born. I decided to come to Boston for school because of this story, and that’s why I am here now, on an art class field trip.

Guiliana's Story

Under the Treaty of Saint-Germain, Italy would have to suffer reparations under Mussolini until the prohibition of the German language in public space.

Only after 1946, did the German-speaking South Tyroleans gradually regain their rights.

After the end of the World War I, the nationalities border in South Tyrol ran at Salurn, not by Brenner, as the Italians suggested to American President Wilson, because England, France, and Russia had promised Italy the Brenner border in the London Secret Treaty of April 1915, so that after the truce the Italians may occupy the border immediately.

The fascists want to reach their goal with the assimilation of the German-speaking South Tyroleans, the advancing immigration of Italians to South Tyrol, and the expatriation of the German-speaking South Tyroleans.

In 1923, South Tyrol was renamed ""Alto Adige"" (Oberetsch) and was added to the Province of Trento. On October 23, a decree was passed that declared Italian as the official language for all state offices and public companies. Furthermore schools were forced to cease teaching German in effort to abolish the language(Lex Gentile). Then Kanonikus M. Gamper called for the founding of the ""Catacomb Schools"". These private lessons would be punished by criminal law.

From 1914 to 1918 after World War I, my great-grandfather had to change his last name to sound more Italian when parts of Austria became Italy. My great-grandfather had to work for the state and was forced to change his last name from Kofler to Coveli.

Stomata's Story

Born in Lima, Peru. My parents migrated here in the 90s so that my brother and I could have a bright future. Today I am grateful and succeeding in this so call life because of the sacrifices my parents had taken. Thank you

Alexis's Story

America open its doors to me so that I can work for a company operating in the USA and Focused on solving healthcare problems in the rare diseases field.

I feel that we are all immigrants in this country and I love that we are all considered in a level of equal global citizens.

Long live this mindset in America

V's Story

A few of my family members came over during the potato famine. My great grandfather fought in WWI for the Germans and then he saw what was happening with Hitler and was like “this is getting pretty effed up” and fled to the states, enlisted, and fought against Germany in WWII.


PS's Story

My family immigrated from Iran in 1979. First my father came, and then my mother and I. I was 6 months old when I came to this country. My parents started again in this country, my mother getting another college degree, my father a new job. Despite acts of hate during the Iran Hostage Crisis, my parents were able to build a new life for themselves and provide for my brother and I.
Nonetheless, despite our success we are still haunted by and consistently faced by stereotypes of middle eastern cultures in this country.
After 40 years of living in this country, I ask myself - will we ever belong?

Sarah's Story

My parents immigrated from Egypt in 1994 following mass persecution of the Coptic population. They settled down in Boston with numerous friends and family following over the years. My mother has not been back to Egypt since.