Frida's Story

I live here in Los Angeles but my family lives in England and my mummy was born in Israel and my daddy in Nottinghamshire. My grandma was born in Hungary, my other grandma in luton which is in England. My grandpa lives in Leeds which is also in England . that’s my story. 

Lisa's Story

I was born and raised in LA. My father has grandparents who fled to the US on the Lusitania (pre-sinking). Family lore is that the Russian tsar wanted his head for spreading socialist propaganda, but it’s lucky they left when they did. Nazis exterminated 95% of Jews of their home city 40 years later. My mom’s family has roots in the US going back to possibly the 17/18th century. Her mother’s family migrated to LA during the Dust Bowl as Okie refugees. I’m always amazed at what a miracle it is for most people to be here. Life and age are gifts. Peace & Love.

Mateo's Story

My name is Mateo and my grandparents are from Mexico. My grandma (on my Dad’s side) was born in Mexico and my grandpa (on my dad’s side) was born inColumbia. My grandma on my mom’s side is from a small town in Mexico called Aguascalientes. In Spanish that translates to “hot water”. They all came to the U.S to live a better life because back where they lived the government and president’s were bad. 

Polina's Story

I was born in Estonia in 1993, the end of Soviet Union, my parents chose for me to have a Russian passport, I am Ukrainian Russian Estonian and my mom raised me to be proud of my mixed cultural roots. I visit my family and towns as often as possible. 

Maria's Story

Aunt was accepted to the University of Kentucky. She stayed in the US. She sponsored her siblings, my mother how came from Peru and is of Peruvian and Italian descent. My mother married my father who was born in Los Angeles from Peruvian, Spain, Greek and Sweden descent. Grew up in a big family. Married and mother-in-law in practiced Reform Judaism. 

Addison's Story

My mother US born but her life parallels an immigrant. My father a textbook immigrant but relates to his American culture. Both two halves to a family.

Mane's Story

I migrated with my parents when I was around a year old to Florida with a green card. Since I was young, I don’t remember much, but I always hear stories of the culture and people there. My parents told me a funny story once, about some of the young African American kids that they interacted with there. At the time, we were neighbors with multiple families with little children who would ride around on bikes on the street. Since my parents didn’t know what what’s what back then, they once bought a huge case of red vines (candy) that they didn’t really like. They decided to give some of these to the kids, and from then on those little ones would visit our home for candy, and ask to play with me while I was just a baby. Though I don’t remember it, I still fell nostalgic when I hear these stories. I’m happy to be here!

Angel's Story

Where to start. My parents grew up in Mexico, but they both had very different up bringing. My dad was abandoned infringe of a strangers house and my mom lost her dad at the age of five. My dad grew up un a semi functional family, he was always a out cast, he grew up in a rural part of Mexico. He was beaten and bullied by his adoptive family. And my mom, worked day in and out to try to help support her mom and 5 siblings. Once they grew up the decided that there was better opportunities if they moved to the u.s. the journey wasn’t easy. My mom got sent back 4 times while my dad nearly died in the dessert. Once they got here it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. They faced a lot of adversity, from strangers, employers, and even there own family. But to this day they still keep fighting to live there dream.

Austin's Story

I was born in Nairobi, Kenya and I immigrated with my two sisters and my parents to Omaha, Nebraska. I was a very young age when we moved. However I know what my family faced during and after the move. My sisters were both fluent in Swahili, and they had to take speech classes to learn English while in school. The rest of my family is in Kenya still, I haven’t seen my Grandpa since Kindergarten. And my Grandma in 2016. This does make communication a lot harder, hearing about what my cousins do, their goals, and hobbies. We never really have true family reunions and have made friends we have met on the way “family”. Every grandparents day, I had not grandparents to bring, while seeing all my friends and everyone around me, spending time with their grandparents, while I was a day away from mine. Being an immigrant is good, until you know your family back home isn’t doing the best. Ever since moving, my grandparents on my dad’s side both passed away, as well as my aunt. And now my grandma has cancer. Immigrating makes you forget about where you came from sometimes, however that is not a way of thinking, you must never forget where you came from.

Nohemi's Story

My family is very multi-cultural and I have also been blessed to be raised alongside a variety of cultures aside from my own. I am of indigenous background of Central Asia and Mexico as well as some European descent. My family always taught me to be respectful of different cultures and have encouraged communion with different background through the use of music and food.

Lila's Story

My great grandpa, during the holocaust was taken to a concentration camp and so my great grandma made a fake letter from the government saying to let him go for some reason, and it worked and he got free.

Tucker's Story

I’m a collection of a dozen different cultures molded and changed due to time and immigration. My father’s side is from Germany and parts of Scandinavia. My mother’s side has mixes of French, Canadian, Native American, and more. I’m a melting pot, but all of those individual cultures have died down over time through popular media and societal expectations creating a stigma around the celebration of other cultures. I’m trying to discover myself and my culture through my art. My music is inspired by my history, my culture, my struggles with death and mental health, and the world I’ve experienced and the truths I wish to share.

Celine's Story

My family and I were forced to leave Iran during the revolution and we had to end all our lives there. We completely had to start from scratch losing so much money, family members, friends, and furniture. We also lost our house and our lives were ruined. Now we are restarting our lives.

Carlos's Story

Both my parents are immigrants from Mexico, but I know my mom’s the best. My mom immigrated to the US when she was around 16 years old in 1993. My grandma had came earlier to the US so she can get a place to settle before bringing my mom and her siblings to the US. My mom was very scared when was immigrating, but she was successful when she did. I am currently attending the very high school my mom went, San Fernando High School.

Adolfo's Story

My mother came in the 90s as an immigrant. My father passed away on '06. Born in 98. First generation Latino, son of Hilda and Julio Rodriguez. Lived in California all of my life, with a desire to travel the world. At the moment held back monetarily, I shall continue to work hard to make my parents proud. I have a second father who’s name is Dino. Thanks to my three parents I continue to work hard to this day despite having struggles.