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El Norte
“In our homeland there’s no place for us, they want to kill us. In Mexico, there’s only poverty. And in the north, we aren’t accepted. When are we going to find a home, maybe only in death?” -El Norte
El Norte 1983 Directed by Nava
Immigration continues to spark intense and emotional political debates between people who favor expansive immigration policies and those who want more restrictions.
But what is often left out of the conversation is the experience of being in the middle space — between being legal and illegal. All this week Tell Me More will focus on those in that position (or who is related to someone who is) in a series titled “In Limbo.”
“In Limbo” begins with the story of Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa. His life is like a classic rags-to-riches tale scripted for a Hollywood film. He grew up in the small village of Palaco, Mexico. As a bright young man, he wanted to become a teacher. But he had to overcome many obstacles first, including hunger.
“I am not talking about hungry for success; I was literally hungry for food. My stomach was empty,” he says.
Quiñones-Hinojosa was determined to put food on the table for his family, so he did the only thing he could possibly think of: literally jumped over a fence between his native Mexico and the United States and became a farm worker in Southern California.
He started by picking tomatoes, corn and broccoli. Later, he operated dangerous machinery in the fields. But things changed for him after a conversation with his cousin.
“The critical portion that got me out of the fields was my own cousin telling me that I was going to spend the rest of my life working as a migrant farm worker,” Quiñones-Hinojosa says.
He could not imagine that life. He left the fields and headed north. To pay for community college, he shoveled sulfur and scraped fish lard from tankers — an excruciating job that almost cost him his life.
His journey then took him to University of California, Berkeley, and later Harvard Medical School. After 10 years, since first jumping over that fence into America, he became a U.S. citizen.
Now, Dr. Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa is a respected brain surgeon who directs the Brain Tumor Program at Johns Hopkins Bayview Hospital. He says more needs to be done to help those who can follow in his footsteps.
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MARTIN: Did you envision a brain surgeon?
QUINONES-HINOJOSA: No.
MARTIN: Did you envision yourself?
QUINONES-HINOJOSA: No.
MARTIN: So how did you get the vision that you could do it?
QUINONES-HINOJOSA: I had faith that if you work hard, my life was going to turn. And I did it. And I worked with such passion back then. And that’s what I tell the youth sometimes; they might not know what they want to do tomorrow, but if they work hard today I promise you that their dreams, which they may not know what they are today, their dreams will come true.
What a boss.
the journey
Urban Poverty
SID: 20979975
Urban Poverty
West Berkeley, California
Every morning I would pass crowds of faces filled with worried wrinkles, exhaustion, and hands filled with blisters. Undocumented immigrants lined the streets leading towards the freeway entrance every morning as early as 5am, hoping to be one of the few selected to work on homes on the top of the Berkeley hills, homes to the wealthiest in town. Many times, contracting or gardening companies exercise power over individuals who they ‘employ’ by not paying them at the end of the day, or paying them less for intense amount of labour. The all-day routine for these workers reminded me of the struggles encountered by women in India waking up during the dark hours in the morning for back breaking jobs. The relation between the undocumented living in landscapes of urban poverty and those living in landscapes of urban wealth are crucial when considering the question: Why is it that some informal/ illegal practices, especially those by the elite and middle-class come to be validated, condoned, legalized, and celebrated by the state, while the informal/ illegal practice of the poor are criminalized and penalized?
Though this area is historically considered the home of one of the first immigrants who came to work in factories and mills along the shore, it is important to understand the many immigration raids that occur in this very same area. The unappreciated and backbreaking jobs performed by the poorest individuals reinforce the poverty in such communities, making it difficult for struggling families to ‘pull themselves up from their bootstraps.’