Posts Tagged ‘immigrant experience’
A thank-you to my parents
Honor generational sacrifices with gratitude, not guilt. If you stop me on Locust Walk for a fit check, most of what I am wearing started in my mom’s closet. My apartment tells the same story, furnished with the “good” hand towels, the sturdy pots, and the dishes my parents once kept for guests. But…
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Stepping out of the rail on Georgia Avenue, my father, Guarocuya Batista, entered the Freedmen’s Hospital, the largest African American hospital in the Washington area. A fresh-faced doctor, he walked through its halls with a quiet determination and sage awareness that this was the start of his medical career. He was also bearing the mantle of a…
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