My Life as an Undocumented Immigrant,by JOSE ANTONIO VARGAS JUNE 22, 2011
Scared and confused, I pedaled home and confronted Lolo. From the him sitting in the garage, cutting coupons. I dropped my bike and ran up to him, showing him the green card. “Peke ba ito?” I asked in Tagalog. (“Is this fake?”) My grandparents were naturalized American citizens as a food server — and they had begun supporting my mother and me financially when I was 3, after my father’s wandering eye and inability to properly provide for us led to my parents’ separation— he worked as a security guard, she. Read More