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Publié par | Outskirts Press |
Date de parution | 06 octobre 2020 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781977234711 |
Langue | English |
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Tears in the Flag Based on a True Story All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2020 Siddharth Bindra v2.0
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F OREWORD
A raw, heart rendering story of lived experience as opposed to observed experience, Tears in the Flag, is an autobiographical journey through the eyes of a young Indian immigrant whose family is seeking the promise of the American Dream only to be confronted by the reality of a broken, and far too often, unjust immigration system. Overcoming all odds, our Protagonist, Arjun, becomes an American citizen in 2014, but not before enduring a harrowing and tear-filled, 15-year journey in order to get there.
Separation of family is a situation all too often faced by immigrants coming to this country. Arjun and his sister were forced to grow up without their deported mother, brought up by a father constantly beaten down by the system as he tries to build a life for his family in America. Lonely, and feeling like "the other," Arjun is able to find a few friends and confidants to help sustain him. His compassion toward others, especially family, and the passion that he displays for love and life also help him to survive and eventually thrive.
The story is filled with the images of history, Bollywood films, and literature that encompasses the popular culture and the historical promise that help sustain Arjun as he moves forward despite the overwhelming obstacles thrown his way. What Arjun manages to accomplish in his educational and business pursuits is nothing short of miraculous.
The timeliness of this book is on target, in the current U. S. political atmosphere, in which the executive branch of the government is using immigrants as pawns in a political game, and as a daughter of an Indian immigrant is elevated to the position of a Vice Presidential candidate for a major political party. It is a must read for those trying to understand the immigrant experience from the inside. As I read the book, it was as if I could feel and see, first hand, what Arjun and his family were experiencing.
For Sid, not only was the writing of this story cathartic; he hopes that by sharing the story more widely he will help those who may find themselves in similar circumstances. More importantly, Sid hopes that the readers will see the reality of what the system can do to an individual and a family as they chase the ever-elusive American Promise. Too often, those privileged not to have lived Sid’s experience, see the faceless immigrants as numbers, just one of many who come here as a result of the pull of America’s Promise. We believe they are fortunate to be here and are being given an equal opportunity to succeed. Nothing could be further from the truth. The playing field, even if they are allowed on it, is anything but equal.
To overcome such odds and become a highly successful financial adviser with a major institution is not just a credit to our Protagonist. It is a credit to generations of immigrants who have come here seeking the American Dream, and once experiencing it, have worked to make that dream more accessible to future generation of immigrants. Sid is clearly paying it forward after having paid so many tears for the right to do so.
Joel T. Jenne, PhD
T ABLE OF C ONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
C HAPTER 1
J ULY 15, 2002
O UR LIFE ’ S JOURNEY is determined by a few pivotal moments, the ones we can never forget a single detail of, the ones that will forever change who we are meant to become. This was my moment. I was getting off the school bus and making my way to my aunt’s townhome in the Baytree neighborhood of Dover, Delaware, where my mother had been staying as she recovered from her gallbladder removal surgery a few days ago. When I arrived, I saw Mom and Dad with packed suitcases in our silver Ford Windstar. There was a panicked look on Mom’s face. Dad’s face didn’t give up any expression, but something clearly big was happening. Just a week before, an immigration officer had made his way to my aunt’s place in an attempt to verify a pending USCIS (United States Citizenship and Immigration Services) case. The case, which had been filed in 2000, was for an adjustment in status for permanent residency based on marriage to a US citizen. That US citizen and petitioner was my aunt, whom we called Masi, and the application was for my dad; my younger sister, Sonya; and me to become green card holders. The "paper marriage" between Masi and Dad was our path to citizenship, and the thought process was that it would go through without any hiccup. The petition could only include the spouse of the US citizen and their children, so Mom couldn’t be part of the filing. It was more important for her husband, the breadwinner of the family, and her children to become legal first she could wait her turn.
Well, the hiccup happened when the interview did not result in an approval. I remember the awkward moment in the interview room as I sat behind Dad and Masi. This process was meant to determine the validity of their marriage, presented as a second marriage after divorce. But divorces are quite rare in Indian culture, and add in four children two from Dad’s side and two from Masi’s and the story becomes more unconvincing. The case was put on pending status, and everyone went back to their lives as if it would just be a matter of time before the green cards magically showed up. They didn’t, but the immigration officer did two years later when he knocked on our door, and he did his best to make sure the case was legitimate. The scenario played out like the movie The Proposal with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds, where a creepy immigration officer follows the newlywed couple to Alaska at the request of Ryan’s rich dad to investigate the legitimacy of the marriage. When things look shady, people usually check up on their hunches. My aunt’s townhouse was filled with traces of the people who lived there but not one picture of my dad or us. The three bedrooms in the house were made up of the master bedroom, where my aunt and grandmother slept, and the other two belonged to my cousins, Hardeep and Amanjot. There were no clothes in the closets that belonged to a grown man or a total of four children. Basically, it was set up in the exact manner that was intended without us in it.
As a twelve-year-old, I had no say in the matter, and as a thirty-year-old man now, it’s hard to fathom the thought process and actions of these adults that would come to shape the shaky foundation years of our lives in America. These adults were all responsible for what occurred. They didn’t plan for the worst, and the worst happened. During the time the case had been applied for up to the day the officer came, everything that could have been done wrongly was done, out of either ignorance or plain disregard for the system. The documents requested by the Immigration and Naturalization Services (INS), later known as the Department of Homeland Security (DHS), were printed out from a Microsoft Word document composed by yours truly at the direction of my father. What happened next should have come as no surprise to all who were involved but everyone was still dumbfounded. I remember the moment I saw the man who would forever change our lives as I stood on the second level in our three-story townhouse. I was afraid, but I couldn’t say a word or it could jeopardize the investigation. I acted the part and tried to blend in as a permanent resident of 500 Schooner Way, but it was pointless. Dad panicked and decided to show the immigration officer around the townhouse where no evidence of us living there existed. Then he followed up this action by taking the officer to our apartment unit just a little bit down the road in the same neighborhood. The officer knocked on the door, and my mom, scared out of her mind, refused to open it, her thought being that this was it they are going to arrest us all and put us in orange jumpsuits and ship us off back to India.
As far as I could remember, my father was always a tough man. Most of the memories I have of him from childhood were terrifying. For an Indian man, he had a larger physique than almost everyone else, and he ruled our household with a heavy hand. I remember literally pissing myself on multiple occasions when I would receive routine beatings. Think of a strict parent in the 1960s that was my Dad. He carried himself as a strong personality type, but he was strong only against those he could intimidate with his words and his size. When things started falling apart, he was just as lost as anyone else.
Masi, my mother’s sister, was a tall, attractive, prideful, and independent woman with a strong personality that resembled that of her mother, Bibi. Masi had had an arranged marriage to a man