“Injustice was the way of the world; what mattered was what one could accomplish between its cracks and fissures.” — Rishi Reddi, Passage West
Among the undercurrents of immigrant livelihood only partially realized by most, are the journeys of Punjabi farmers, truckers and detainees throughout the U.S. and approaching its borders.
Though circumstances vary, there is a larger movement afoot gathering these loose threads as they culminate in two cohesive narratives: it’s time to know our people, and to hear our farmers.
There is considerable cause for Americans to tune into India’s farmer protests, ignited eight months ago and peaking…
This is the fifth in a series for IMM-Print, spotlighting experiences of migrant and immigrant farmworkers in the U.S. amid the COVID-19 pandemic.
Mockery, blame and prejudice have loomed over Asian Americans throughout this pandemic, and plagued our country long before COVID-19 ever arrived. Like the virus, they spread rapidly through air, and reveal themselves by dint of myriad repercussions.
Influencers simultaneously insult, adopt and profit from Asian cuisine while anti-China rhetoric has led to harassment and closures of Chinese establishments. Patients reel away from already burdened healthcare workers, suspicious of their East Asian roots. …
This is the fourth in a series for IMM-Print, spotlighting experiences of migrant farmworkers in the U.S. amid the COVID-19 pandemic.
Social justice and attending to the planet proceed in parallel; the abuse of one entails the exploitation of the other.
- Paul Hawken, “Blessed Unrest”
In a new year, a world stunned by crises remains shaken, its systems undone and notes scattered. It’s a time ripe for the reorganization of rooms and a rewriting of narratives.
Climate and migration: our treatment of the planet is linked to our treatment of the people, and to burn one is to scar…
This is the first in a series for IMM-Print, spotlighting experiences of migrant farmworkers in the U.S. amid the COVID-19 pandemic.
As the medical community scrambles to tame this pandemic, a swath of essential workers remains missing from our conversations. Migrant farmworkers, already distanced from the general public amid fears of deportation, live in deeper isolation than the quarantined recipients of the fruit of their labor.
This is the second in a series for IMM-Print, spotlighting experiences of migrant farmworkers in the U.S. amid the COVID-19 pandemic.
For the average U.S. citizen, their mind far from the source of their food, realities of agricultural life would be rough to comprehend. Yet, those of a migrant farmworker mother during a pandemic may just take the cake.
Most of us, despite respective COVID-19 hurdles, can at least get through our day without wondering whether our 9-year old has remembered to feed their newborn sibling, or how our oldest daughter will fare stepping out of high school and into…
This is the third in a series for IMM-Print, spotlighting migrant farmworkers in the U.S. amid the COVID-19 pandemic.
Educators and students across the country are facing challenges they never saw coming. While a few discover they are suited for remote learning, most have had their worlds flipped over and pockets shaken out.
But for the hundreds of thousands of migrant farmworkers’ children in the U.S. whose daily norms were already worlds apart from their peers pre-pandemic, that shakeup has upended life in ways that could drastically shape their futures.
“M”: a Memo on Integrated Food Education from my Multicultural Perch
Filling a recent form, I was presented the option to identify as BIMPOC (Black/Indigenous/Multiracial/Person of Color), followed by the prompt: As someone who potentially shares the lived experience of many of our community members, how can you see yourself applying that experience in your service?
As someone who embraces their roots, I often feel too loosely tethered to them. This, I’m sure, has not gone unaffected by missing out on getting to know grandparents or being seen as more ‘ambiguous’ than say, Chinese. I’m sure growing up (and let’s…
Transparency and solidarity around our lands, from the ground up
There is tremendous work being done to keep this planet of ours in one piece. And yet what we can’t see happening, we assume isn’t.
We wait, feet tapping, for dirt to perform spectacular feats. We whine and kick at it when we don’t get our miracles. But our soil, patiently awaiting our comprehension, would point out — if it only could — just how much is going on down there.
Each moment, an immeasurable energy stirs beneath the land that we ourselves crowd with the same constant bustling. We…
When handed a piece of a stranger’s childhood to bring to life, I always find it funny how many more questions I have for the stranger than the other way round. The essential being: where to begin?
Emphasis on experience, investment in quality, and breath held for perfection all risk sacrifice in the bustle of building up a small business or big idea. We ask “Who’ll notice?” and we scout for shortcuts. We speed-read through our thought process and burp results that’ll simply do. But simply-doing is a crime in an age when there is so much potential to explore…
Homespun character. Repurposed material. Stopped motion. @restlessleg on Instagram